Now that Thalia's anger was down a little bit, she thought of maybe trying to eat the brat, but decided against. She didn't know where the kid had been, so who would know what effect she would have on her stomach.

She looked over, just in time to see a hunter snap some photos and run away. She could feel the lungs within her chest rising. She thought of nothing but stopping that hunter. He looked young, too bad his life had to be cut short.

She let out a massive gust of her breath weapon, and watched as the hunter aged before her. He went from a young man in his twenties, to an old man well into his nineties within a matter of seconds. She would let the breath go, and eventually watched as he turned into a skeleton, and then into dust.

After this, she managed to shift into her hybrid form, so now only her wings were showing. She glared at all of the hunters, daring them to strike against her. She glared at the death spirit, wondering what she was going to say. Thalia saw movement out of them corner of her eye. Another hunter was taking a picture. She immediately sprung up into the air on her wings, he waved a sword around, but it was too late. With her sharpened nails, sliced his throat.

Thalia wondered, who in this crowd would be dumb enough to anger her now? These people have clearly never fought a dragon before, so what was going to happen next. She couldn't really tell, it was all a mystery to her still.