Danyla flew into a rage at the sight before her. Although she had already guessed who they were, she had no intention of showing mercy.
"Dragonfire!"
Dreamfyre's deep blue dragonfire swept over the three three-masted sailing ships anchored offshore, instantly setting their sails ablaze along with the sailors on deck who were trying to get underway.
Those who caught fire did not die immediately. Screaming in agony, they leaped into the sea. For a moment, the raging flames lit up the water.
After all, the three ships were worth a fortune. Danyla did not want to destroy them; she only needed to make sure they could not escape.
Once she had dealt with the people aboard the ships, Danyla brought Dreamfyre down onto the beach, cutting off the fleeing bandits.
"Drop your weapons and crouch down! Now!"
As Danyla shouted, she had Dreamfyre set more than half the guards behind those brazen bandits ablaze as well.
The dozen or so surviving guards and the two silver-haired young men leading them dared not make another move. They immediately threw down their weapons and fell to their knees, desperately begging for mercy.
"Don't burn us! Don't burn us!"
Danyla ignored them. She remained mounted on Dreamfyre, keeping watch over them until her own Personal Guard arrived and took them all into custody.
Only then did Danyla slide down from Dreamfyre's back and demand of the young man in charge,
"Talk. Who are you? And what gave you the nerve to go after Cannibal?"
"Your Highness, I'm Cetherys Megaya, Princess Senyra's son! My father is Maradona, the Tiger Party triarch of Volantis!"
The handsome youth leading them, his face streaked with tears, hastily crawled over to Danyla and sobbed,
"I heard you were holding a tournament, Your Highness, so I came to watch.