[color=ed1c24]"I said nothing about destroying you being simple. I said it's [i]beneath me[/i]. I have no need to harm those who would lie to me. Why spend such an effort for any scum of the sort? Simply ignoring their existence is far less tiresome."[/color] the dragon-turned-witch grinned. She wanted to continue the conversation, but the group was rudely interrupted by a bunch of different kind of scum looking for easy coin (And no, she definitely never raided a caravan herself, nooooo!).

[color=ed1c24][b]"Come, bandits! Face the fire and darkness themselves, if you dare!"[/b][/color] She roared in her draconic voice loudly enough to rattle everyone present, less of a sound and more of a shockwave. Several arrows buried themselves in her fur coat that occupied the spot she just vacated in one long jump, landing just behind the smoke barrier Thadeus created. [color=ed1c24]"Suffer my rage!"[/color] She growled as the silver blade was drawn and pointed at one of their attackers. Everyone so far seemed to incapacitate the bandits. Taraah had no such plans. In a second the length of her blade was engulfed in fire, which promplty shot forward as a jet, searing half of the flesh off of the poor sap in front of it.

Then, she stabbed the tip of her blade into the ground, and a vile, black aura seemed to coil like tendrils around her.

[color=000000][b]"Rise!"[/b][/color]

The still smoldering skeleton twitched, got up, and proceeded to claw at the eyes of the man standing next to it.