"SIRUS," Kima yells, barely audible over the plume of magma that bursts inches from her nose, "Sirus, don't be a fucking idiot, run!"

The genasi grins and moves his hand as if to wipe away the stream of blood that trickles down his temple--that it also cleans off any trace of his terrified tears is only a bonus. Thordak's shadow looms over him and Dohla's broken body, the molten mess that's left of Ghenn. He ignores Kima and locks eyes with the two mages lingering in the background. Allura feels her hands tremble, not only because of the magic she and Drake are shoving into the fire gem.

"You get this dragon," says Sirus into an unnatural silence, in that half-breath where Thordak rears back before striking. "Get him for us."