Tarjak awakened almost immediately at the sound of screeching and tearing. She leaped up the rocks until she could lift her head above the cenote walls, trying to get a better look. Shadow was off in the distance, and that other dragon that kept popping up in places. She went back down to shake up Nibok, then leaped out to race over to them. There was blood, everywhere. Shadow and that other guy were trying to kill pale hairless monkeys. She ran up to the dragon closest to her, she had no idea who, and yanked them up by the scruff that had a texture like chain mail. She worked hard to drag them off to the cenote again, at least to hide them. She dropped them on the bottom of the cenote and covered the top with branches and leaves except for a small hole just large enough for a hatchling to slip through, and stood beside it waiting for Nibok and the other dragon. She still had no idea who she had brought to the cenote.
Nibok hid in the brush for a few seconds to pick out the enemies, then started launching at the humans with his thick claws, blood and guts spilling over the ground. "Whoever's left, follow Tarjak. I'll take care of these." He snarled, biting into a neck to snap the spine. Each assailant shared the same fate, but when he was done, many were dead and one had run off, though he had no idea where the rest were. He carried two humans in his jaws and carried four in one of his long legs back to the cenote, dropping them into the hole between the leaves, then leaped down himself.

(Sorry for long post and confusing stuff. I'm on my school laptop, which is an Apple, which I hate, and the brightness setting is really freaking low.)

Falt'ca hopped back, getting onto clean ground that wasn't stained by blood and observed the battle ground.  He shook his body like a dog, the spines on his back clacking against each other as he relieved his stress through this simple action.  He hardly noticed that two of the dragons had run off at the end of the battle, and only he and Shadow were still here.  He wondered if she would apologize for being so mean to him yesterday now that he had saved her life.  He doubted it.  She didn't seem like one who cared about her past actions.

Nibok growled as he perched on a boulder. "Could've gotten yourself killed. You too, Tarjak. Could have let them be. Could have left those humans alone..." He continued muttering, laying his head on his claws.
Tarjak turned around and looked at Shadow. "Ignore everything Nibok says... He gets angry when there's violence around, but he can't help insulting you once or twice."
(Oh lawd, perfect time to be braindead...)

Tarjak leaped over to Shadow, moving only to position herself to the right. She looked around the forest, then to Shadow.
Nibok snarled, lagging behind Tarjak. Shadow hadn't left a good impression, though not a bad impression either. He was still torn to decide whether she had left an impression at all.
(THE SHORTNESS OF MY POST SICKENS ME!) (I literally almost made a George, but I noticed that the genders were already balanced. ARYAK AND IBON WILL REMAIN ALONE IN OUR HANDS!)