'Oh, I've done this before,' Incendia said to the other two. 'At least, I think I have. Sometimes, I sleep fly... and all sorts of weird stuff happens then... well, that's what my sister says anyway, and she's always right.'
He looked over to Spyro. 'Oh, I wish I could breathe ice. My sister can do that, I get so jealous sometimes.'
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Meanwhile, Glacia was making use of just that... her ice breath. Stairs covered in a layer of slippery frost tended to not make the best footing, as a crew of golems found out to their dismay. They tumbled down, and broke to peices like a priceless vase, but possibly less valuable. 'Hah, take that you ugly mugs!' She shouted with a snort.
Another had dropped behind her, which made her jump. This was quite lucky, for the massive creation dropped his fist right into where she had been standing moments ago. She nearly lost her footing on the stairs, but her own feet were well adjusted to slippery ice, so she did not fall like the others had. Mouth open wide, she loosed a stream of ice breath that froze the golemns legs to the ground. It was then that she resorted to a frying pan to shatter the golem into peices.' Take that and that and that and THAT!' She shouted, one blow after another.