The skies above had begun to darken as the clouds started to gather, allowing only a few rays of light to shine through. Three human warriors stalked toward the site of the massive scaled fight. In the aftermath of the titanic battle they had left the walls to investigate. They soon reached the resting place of Sukoh, but closer inspection revealed another prone figure. One of the humans walked forward, a stick in hand, and began to poke the giant unmoving form of Snarnorgul. 

His companion’s eyes shot wide with worry at their companion's action. "Fatirc! Get away from there! We don't know if it's dead..." 

The young man however ignored the advice and poked the body again...Nothing happened. 

"I think they’re both dead..." 

The other two looked at each other, the one who had spoken sighed slightly relieved. The other however was still doubtful and it showed. "We should make sure, we have enough problems from the elves as it is, now need to add giant..whatever that is into the mix as well.." He drew his short sword and walked over to the still seemingly dead Tanar'ri. He reached it's neck, pulling his sword back to stab it in the throat. A rain drop fell on his shoulder, and he flinched. 

At that moment the Snarnorgul's blood red eyes shot open. The three humans jumped back in surprise mixed with panic. Snarnorgul's jaws snapped freeing it's devilishly long tongue to leap forth, coiling around the man’s arm, the hiss of acid burning flesh causing him to drop his sword. In the blink of an eye it retracted drawing him off his feet to a quick death within the snapping jaws of Snarnorgul. The two other humans were already ruining in fear followed by the death screams of their comrade. 

 With a rumbling growl the great Tanar'ri begun to rise, shoving aside the large corpse of his vanquished foe. Even as he did so his maw snapped down on the body caught in his powerful jaws. Consuming the dead human’s remains, Snarnorgul cast his eyes about. Noting the skirmish in the forest had all but ended, most of it moving into the town proper. The screams, shouting, and sounds of fighting within the town rose up like a choir, along with the steadily growing fire that was slowly consuming the houses within. Black smoke was rising into the sky like a dark beacon to the surrounding land. The smell of blood, ashes, mixed with the distinct scent of rain and moisture. A bloody smile graced his savage face as he laid witness to the carnage within. The promise of more carnage and death ahead gave Snarnorgul bliss high of joy.

Then suddenly the sound of beating wings from on high caught his attention and awoke him from his reverie. His heavy footfalls stored forward as he glimpsed the unmistakable form of a dragon descending toward him. His instincts then kicked in, as he bent his hock-joints preparing himself for any violence to come. Too his surprise or perhaps disappointment, the dragon landed a scant 40 feet or so away then seemed to regard him. 

"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." 

Snarnorgul only narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head as he considered the creature before him. Slightly taken aback by the somewhat cordial manner in which it addressed him. He shifted his weight in thought. His lower waist that held exposed scales still held marks from where the bear from before had bitten him, splintering his pelvis. Even now though mostly held still ached, thankfully most of the creatures bite had been caught upon his exoskeleton. Mobility was still quite hampered though, but at least he was not crippled.

After a moment Snarnorgul smile returned with an unmistakable gleam in his eyes as he responded telepathically into the dragons mind. [i]"You seek a foe your equal? Then in this it seems you must seek elsewhere, for in Snarnorgul The Unassailable you will find yourself over matched lizard. Now begone or bow, for I have no time to waste with you like."[/i]

He stood proudly, blowing steam from his nostrils with a guttural growl, as he rotated his massive shoulders displaying all his spines and claws to give emphases to his warning. His mouth watering as he swished some unknown liquid about, which might have looked like more chewing. This was a rare warning indeed, perhaps seemingly uncharacteristic of the beast and he pondered it might be due to his present state. He quickly dashed such thoughts aside. He had been given the very clear goal of that which he had since completed. So even if this dragon was apparently at odds with the elvish forces, she had given him no reason to attack. Still his upper right pincer hung low to the ground near the foot of the bear’s right hind-leg, his other limbs posed ready to quickly strike or defend with his other massive limb hanging near his head.