Thalia turned around when she heard the kid shout something. She was just in time to see a hunter stab her with something. Next thing she knew, every human in the bar dropped like a fly against a zapper. She could barely make out what the kid said. It kind of made her mad, especially since she was insulting her. [i]Why is there always the misconception that all dragons can breathe fire? [/i]she thought to herself. 

Thalia's anger started going crazy, she'd show the little brat just the type of dragon she was. Little did the child know that she was one of the rarest types, hardly ever seen in reality.

Her anger started to go wild, her parents had always told her to keep a cool, level head, but that wasn't who she was. Thalia knew that she was a hothead, but when her anger started up, she could never control it.

She felt her wings coming out of her shoulders, maybe she could just spring the wings, and not go full dragon. She felt her nails sharpening, her body started to grow.

[i]Well crap[/i], she thought, [i]I really hate having to go nuclear in this place. Might as well see what happens, I can't stop myself anymore.[/i]

With that last thought, her transformation was complete. Her head now touched the ceiling. She was still considered young, so her body was smaller than a full grown dragon. Her eyes flashed red, and she let out a terrifying roar.