The distant sounds of a unknown commotion interrupted Evvie's feast on a roasted deer, the entire deer in a single sitting, mind you, that she herself had caught and cooked with her fire breath and was now digging into with her sharp canine teeth inherited by her dragon ancestry. She had found her prey after spending the morning adventuring out in the woods near the town. At first she didn't want to waste such a good and well fought meal, but it was too hard to ignore her suspicions that it was humans that were being viciously attacked rather then some overly excited hunting party that would occasionally travel through these parts. As she got to her feet she wiped her mouth clean of the gore with her left hand or else she would look even more like a crazy person then she already did with her dirty appearance, disheveled hair, and near naked body, hanging out in the woods all morning. If it was a bunch of humans under attack they might be more scared of her leaping into the fray then they would of their actual enemy. She had made that mistake before, thinking that they'd automatically know she was the good guy, but unfortunately she's been clobbered on the head a couple times too many for her to at least take some precaution now-a-days. 

She ran with powerful legs towards the sound that quickly revealed itself to be a battle...or a massacre. She could smell the smoke through the trees, and when she got closer she could see the flames rising above the town's walls. Her cat-like eyes narrowed as she examined the scene for what was going on before her, angry that someone could intentionally be causing this form of destruction. Breaking things could be fun, she had to admit, but not things that people cared about. She then saw the broken and battered soldiers being flung around like child's play. They stood no chance against a mysterious looking creature who was making her way through the chaos.

Trying to get her attention away from the humans so that they wouldn't all get themselves killed trying to fight, she let out a battle cry as she charged forward at top speed. She breathed fire into her right palm, forming it into a four foot long sword of solid flame, which would be ready by the time she reached this horrible foe. Without planning for any mercy she would make an attempt to cut off this thing's head with a horizontal swing from right to left.