'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)

At the end of the fight the phantom fae watched horrified as her Queen lost. Shock and sadness laced through her prone being and for a long moment she was frozen in captive anxiety. Her Queen could not lose, not Newt, not her Newt. The larger dame was the phantoms best friend and she could not be crippled she could not be defeated. This could not come to pass! Ghost's long and limber bodice was propelling forward even before her brain gave the command. Zipping across the battlefield in a blanket of silver, she skidded to a halt mere inches from her fallen friend.

Her lips pulled up in a snarl, and her head lowered, baring her teeth at the bitch before her. The wretch who dare harm Ghosts only ally. Haunches raised, teeth barred and a steady snarl erupting from her larynx, her posture was entirely defensive, keeping Newt from this creatures line of sight. Ghost would protect her from further injury no matter what the cost and if she so much as drew a word against her, Ghost would be the first to challenge this bitch.