“[color=f7976a]Well that’s easy I’m Lady Wrath. I’m going to kill you then burn your body to an unrecognizable heap of charcoal. Before you can hurt him again, Astoria. He may not recognize you, but I sure as hell do. You damn witch![/color]” Zotova leapt at Ayrie aiming to take her head off. Then followed that up by a stab, and a shot from the gun handle. The shot was like a condensed fireball filled with napalm. On impact it lit everything on fire. 

Asran tried getting up groaning with pain. His entire body hurt blood dripped from his wounds as he looked up to see Ayrie, and Zotova fighting one another. He couldn’t understand a word they were saying thanks to a constant ringing in his ears. He had to get up, he couldn’t keep laying there. Zotova would surely kill Ayrie if he didn’t get up. So he willed his body to move pushing it no matter how much it hurt. His eyes started to glow as he slowly started to get up black scales forming on his cheeks. As his pupils turned to serpentine slits.