Coming from a culture where dragons were not only good, but good luck, hearing the roar was both music to Blossom's ears and totally encouraging.

She took a moment - past the pain, go past the pain - and then she was back in the game.

Blossom pulled a hair-bow from her pocket and charged it with some of her energy. She tossed the hair-bow at the ground behind the archers, hearing it explode as she flew and crashed headfirst into the stomach of the last harpy.