Mallory knew that she ought to be impressed.

Really, she knew.

However, she merely stared at the dragon. "Am I supposed to be quivering in terror because you can scream?" Mallory hissed, positively scathing. Her arms raised upwards as the ground shook, a heavy darkness falling over the bar. She frowned in concentration, hardly able to keep everyone down and underneath. 

For a brief moment, she contemplated actually killing everyone within the establishment. The thought was cut short by a round of salt blasting into her chest, and she coughed, falling backwards as the hunter hoard rose up, armed and violent. A younger one took an image of Mallory, the dragon, and the vampire on his phone, before making a bolt for the bar.

[i]Hunters will pay a pretty price for us...[/i] Mallory realized, and she shook her head, screaming in rage and agony. The screech was deafening, almost like a banshee's -- and she would know, given that her cousin was indeed one. 

"Great, you can roar!" Mallory shouted, beginning to get a bit hoarse. "Can you do anything else? Something more useful? Or are you really just a glorified worm?!"