As a winged shadow passed overhead, Priscilla acted on reflex to draw her weapon and shield. The grip on both was tense and firm as she looked to the skies, searching with a fervour that made her heart pound in her chest. "Looks like the beast has come to me instead!" She looked into the skies, but could not see the creature, and bellowed into the clouds. "Why not come down here and find for yourself the taste of cold steel, I've heard its good for you!" She held her bastard sword at her side and looked over the rim of her shield, peeking as she continued to search the skies for this dragon she had been hunting.