"Me, useful against bandits?" Jiro asked, pointing at herself. Even if it weren't for the sudden unexpected change in height and gender, well... a salaryman wasn't exactly equipped for medieval combat, regardless of the lack of fear death could instil compared to project deadlines. "I couldn't say that I'm any more in the know or more useful in combat than our musician friend here..."

A point that was promptly undermined when the man's violin chose to display magical properties, helpfully slowing the onrushing tide long enough for the dragon girl to sort through her conflicted thoughts. Her common sense was telling her to run like hell, but her [i]instincts[/i] were saying that these things were little more than nuisances. Given the presence of the mystical floating violin, Jiro opted to listen to instincts over common sense, which were suggesting [i]very strongly[/i] something like getting onto hands and knees.

But if you listened to one instinct, it was hard not to listen to the others, which saw the comparatively diminutive red dragon bound from her starting position and onto one extremely confused and unfortunate goblin, throat pinned under one claw as she sniffed it curiously. Not a [i]pleasant[/i] smell, but interesting--much more than the former office worker would have expected. And one squeeze meant a lot of [i]holes[/i] in the goblin throat, too...

Though now she was rather far forward compared to the others, and it seemed likely the goblins would get over any fear of sudden dragons when they realised it was about the size of an mule. Naturally armoured or not, there were lots of them and the soft, vulnerable parts of this dragon weren't entirely out of reach.