They were too small, to quick within the sanctity of many (albeit dilapidated) buildings. With her immense size, Vera did not stare leap about in the town's small spaces for fear of wrecking the human's homes even further. The half-dragon pursued what was originally to be her target as well, though her conscience had since stopped her. She had the option of reverting to human form, but amidst the chaos and uncertainty, she worried that such a stance would prove insufficient in dealing with her foes. She maintained her titanic size.

But something large and formidable caught her eyes. Something she thought would justify battling in her size; the monstrous being she had seen earlier upon arrival on wing. The disastrous form of its body, layered with armor and sporting numerous chitinous claws, she knew in that instance that it was her fateful opponent here. Giving one last glance into the direction Evvie had left, worried slightly but placing faith in her abilities, Vera took to wing and landed with a skid beside Snarnorgul, sniffing the blood and gore that coated him, noting the bear's carcass at his side. Certainly this [i]thing[/i] was worth her sincere time if it could fell such an immense bear.

"Forgive me if my assumptions offend you, but your appearance and destructive nature indicate you side with these horrid elves," Vera stated, blowing a jet of flame from her nostrils, "I would so love to engage in a battle befitting of my own size and strength. The elves are cannon-fodder you see." Vera crouched low to the ground, and expanding her wings, readied for quick movement if the beast proved faster than his weighty appearance indicated.