From what Spike knew of magic, he was charging up a spell, and when he finally finished charging the green fireballs he shoot both of them at the dragon group. The three of them leaped back and avoided getting hit, Sharp tripping in the process. But from where the fireballs had landed on the ground, a green hand emerged, and attached to it, the green demon dogs that Spike had encountered earlier. They began to pull themselves out of the ground, like it was a swimming pool.  
“Magma?” Spike said.  
“Yeah?” Magma replied.  
“Remember how I said that Sharp was scared for good reason, and how he and I had experienced something?” Spike asked.  
“Yeah” Magma acknowledged, starting to put two and two together.  
“Well, last time it was just one of those things.” Spike gulped.  
The hooded diamond dog, sat at the edge of the cliff, preparing to enjoy the show of watching his demon dogs subdue and capture the group of dragons with a smug grin on his face.
 
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