Eira took a deep breath, the blush rapidly draining from her cheeks as the guy that spoke earlier jumped between her and the dragon. Her nearly black eyes stared up at him as her flames inked their way by his feet. Stepping up to him, she spoke.

"A fight? We were just having a nice conversation." Malice was heavy in her voice as a twisted, but attractive, smile spread across her lips. "But, you really shouldn't get in other people's ways." She said, keeping the smile on her face. Then, in the blink of an eye, the temperature of her flame, the one that had snaked its way by Eric's leg, dropped. The air began to condense around the man's leg making a thick, impenetrable fog. Winter had descended.

Turning her attention back towards the dragon, she spoke again. "How about, Scales? Wanna have a go?" Now something reflecting true mirth found its way into the icy menace of her voice.

(Eric doesn't get hurt from the flames, it just gets really bloody cold around his legs.)