[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

Sam's molten eyes grew into wide pools as she witnessed the opponent stammer for a bit, confused, almost as if he was suddenly hit with a headache. The robotic legs swayed and buckled, making sickening creaking and squealing sounds. The being's form reduced in size as its bloating began to deflate, like a balloon slowly losing air. The crinkled and moldy skin faded away and in the end, the form was replaced by an entirely normal young man. The woman hesitated, unsure how to react, until, from out of the blue, came a flying creature with knife-like legs that flung itself at the exposed man. Deep lacerations of crimson arose on his arms as he made a futile effort to protect himself. 

The dragon lady rushed forward and with one hand tore the vicious little thing off of him. Now being held by her, the creature dug its legs into her arm. Her skin was very thick and resistant for some reason. Instead of the creature mauling her arm to ribbons it only made mild, though still stinging, cuts that made her hiss back a curse. She growled in annoyance, drew back her arm and sucker punched the purple bug. The noise that came was a satisfying crunch as her blow crushed it's exoskeleton and the thing grew limp. She took the dead thing in her hands and threw it back behind her with annoyance and disregard. 

The winter's storm began to dissipate until all was left was a bed of snow at her feet, blanketing the area that had been their arena. This snow nearest to her quickly turned to liquid and then further into steam as Sam stood. The use of prana didn't effect her as it did most, instead of exhaustion, she now noticed the flames getting bigger and in a state of greater fluctuation. As prana was expended she lost more and more of the control of the inferno within her. She knew this now. However, it didn't seem to be near as out of control as it had been in the apartment. Sam took a moment, before going to the man to close her eyes and breathe. Each breath felt like a sigh and with each breath her outward flames grew smaller and smaller until they were gone. After what seemed like a long time she opened her eyes and looked down at herself, satisfied to see the flames gone. She had handled that a great deal better than last time. However, after she got over herself patting herself on the back she let out an annoyed curse. Her scales were gone as well, leaving her stark naked in the snow (not that she was cold). "[color=a0410d]Great. Just fucking great.[/color]" She kicked the snow in annoyance. The woman let out a sigh, accepting her condition. Sure, this was pretty perturbing, but as long as everyone was mature adults about the whole thing, she was sure there were more pressing things at hand than her being in her birthday suit. 

She began to close the distance between herself and the collapsed young man, her small feet making little indentations in the snow as it crunched between her toes. Once she got to him, she crouched down. "[color=a0410d]Hey, man, you okay?[/color]" She blinked for a few moments before she tried again. Sam extended her hand to touch the man's side, the surface slices on her arms still dripping blood starkly onto the white snow. She could feel the poor man shivering. With a sense of great awkwardness she began to stroke the man along his side, her hand warm to the touch. After a moment of this she began to do more pushing than petting, trying to shake him to consciousness. "[color=a0410d]Hey, dude, wake up.[/color]"

[center][@Leolycan][/center]