Wings of fire a new generation: The Stronghold Battle (book 3)

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Another SandWing screamed as they were burned alive. Peril was fighting alongside Ruby in the courtyard, and it turned out that most of the Talons of Power didn't know what was good for them.
"How stupid are these idiots!?!" Peril said.
"Quite stupid, apparently." Ruby replied.
That was when Cliff ran up to them. He had a fresh cut on his face, and he looked extremely sad.
"What is it?" Peril asked him.
Cliff looked down. "I-I failed you. I'm so sorry."
Before Peril could ask him what had happened, Scarlet's voice rang out, "THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Everyone stopped fighting and looked up at one of the towers. Scarlet stood there with a wicked smile on her face, looking straight at Peril.
"Surrender now, and we'll let you live." Scarlet said.
"And what if we keep fighting you, you harpy?" Thorn challenged.
Scarlet smiled even wider. She lifted one of her talons. She had an orange brown dragonet in a death grip.
"Then I kill this little one with my bare claws."
Peril's eyes widened when she realized who Scarlet was holding.
It was Magma.
The dragonet looked absolutely terrified. Her eyes landed on Peril's.
"Magma!" Peril yelled. She looked at Scarlet. "If you hurt one scale on her head..."
"I had a feeling you knew her." Scarlet said. "So tell me, Peril. Who's more important? Your queen? Or your daughter?"
Peril had never felt angrier in her life. "You're done taking hurting me, Scarlet." She said. Peril flapped her wings and soared toward Scarlet.
"It's time someone hurt you."