Jamaa grimaced in furry. Iris looked over at her weary mate.

"Your weak, I can fight them!" She announced.

The little phantoms burst from practically no where and gathered into a chaotic black cloud above their heads. Then they quickly dispersed into every direction.
Jamaa turned his head towards Iris.

"The kids.." Iris interrupted. "They will be fine. Deiago has good control over his fire magic. And Mira holds incredible power in her veins. They can take care of them selves."
Jamaa nodded then turned again towards the sinister phantom king.

Iris spread her soft, snowy wings and sailed into the sky. The king was first to move. He swung his fat tenticle through the air. Iris dove sideways but flipped her tail and rammed into the king's back. The point of her beak driving deep into his skin. She flapped her wings but her beak was stuck.

She started flailing her body around but with no success. The electrical charge inside the dying phantom king started to build up. Iris struggled and pulled to try and escape the electrical vortex. The charge inside the phantom calmed for a moment, allowing Iris one last thought. Jamaa.

The charge exploded into a mass of light and force. The force of the electricity blasted Iris free of the phantom, and threw her near her mate.

Jamaa could do nothing to save his mate. She was gone. And so was the wreched phantom king. Behind Iris's body lie the king's slowly deflating blubber self. Small phantoms started to gather closer in but Jamaa did not care.

Jamaa lowered his head and wept for his lost lover.

For one minute, they where a family again, but they will not be a complete family ever again.

The phantoms where closing in.