[i][color=f6989d]Teysa[/color][/i] - [u]The Chaotic Resurgent[/u]

Smoothly keeping pace with the little pest as it scuttled onward towards the brink of what she hoped might have been a possible sort of clue that would help her discern exactly where she was. Oddly, the others followed, some of them fumingly towards her even; but the Dragoness didn't care in the least. She was not one to bend like a mewling quim to the fury of others. She had never been such, in fact. Nor would she ever be. 

Yet once the goblin was suddenly devoured by a horde of ill-tempered rats, she clicked her tongue annoyingly. So much for a hopeful source of information, and passively she watched on as others summoned defenses and the like. 

Standing back, as the four colorful birds she possessed still seemed to float and hang about her form with their beautiful hues of rainbow feathers, she decided to take action at long last. In the distance, it began with a spark. With an overloading sense of red magic that ruptured through the air, falling stars seemed to collapse from the heavens by the hundreds as the fields of rats bore down upon them all. 

In a destructive cacophony of an overloaded Mizzium Mortars, hell itself seemed to tear skyward as shockwaves shook the very foundations of the earth. All around them, those that were not her creatures were either likely heavily damaged or completely incinerated in the wrathful display of a Dragon's prowess. Perhaps she had gone a little overkill, but it was simply about efficiency. 

Never once had she sworn fealty or loyalty to this group, she owed them nothing; just like how they owed nothing to her. 

Striding through the field of dead and incinerated, anything that twitched in its weakened state would find a crackling bolt of lightning to aptly finish them off. Yet in spite of the gore and chaotic horror that lay before her, she smiled. The scent of burning and charred flesh reminded her of home. 

After all, Dragons were certainly not known for their mercy.