Aira stepped aside, placing her veils of venom into her robe. She grinned, "I guess I would accept no less hostility from a dragonite." she said, loud enough for everyone to hear her. Even if she died, the possible combat caused by the chaos would cause Guardia to be leader-less and in hysteria. She knew that the idea of a dragonite in a throne room would cause the guards to go into a panic, and it would anger Nathan, possibly into a rage. She pulled her toxic chemicals back from her robes hidden but in reach if the room did break out into combat as she was hoping.