Lily flitted around his head. "Why were you fighting them, anyway?" she asked, twitching her whiskers. "I mean, I don't think dragons should fight unless there is a very good reason for it."

“They initiated it. My tribe’s all about fighting, and I considered it a fight of honor. Those usually don’t have any death.” Steelblade glared pointedly at Stinger.

Meanwhile, shade tried to sneak away. (Someone plz notice her)

"I wonder why they started the fight," Lily thought aloud. "And I do agree with fights with no deaths." She noticed a thin dark blue and red dragon sneaking away. "Oh, hi! Who are you?" 

Shade looked up, wings twitching nervously. “Shade.” Her voice was odd and raspy, like it was hard to talk

Alpen stood tense, looking at the other dragons.

“That doesn’t mean they have to die. There were several ways to end the fight without death.”

"If I may interject," the Panwing said. "You could have pinned them and ask for surrender. That's how we do nonlethal battles in my tribe." Alpen fiddled with his claw while he spoke.

“They would rather have hanged me on a rope with a million needles on one side and three spears on the other,” he replied darkly.

“Unlikely. SkyWings May be a fighting tribe like mine, but they aren’t that stupid. I could have easily killed those SkyWings,” Steelblade guestured to the unconscious SkyWings, “but I didn’t”