As the rain slowly began to fall more heavily, the raging fire in the town had almost consumed half of the settlement. With any luck for the citizens, the rain might be enough to slow the fire from spreading further. Water ran down across Snarnorgul's scales and exoskeleton. A drop flowed down his snout but he ignored the sensation as he trained his senses on his surroundings. After reaching an intersection he spotted what looked to be the sight of a small skirmish, with several bodies strewn about. At first Snarnorgul paid them little heed, but when his sharp eyes spotted the mutilated body of a familiar elf his suspicions were confirmed.

He stomped down hard on the cobbled street with his right leg in frustration, shaking the ground. Snarnorgul had held no great love for the elven commander of course, but the insult of his death simply could not be allowed to stand. The rush of air like the beating of wings caught the attention of his sensitive hearing over the platter of rain. The distinct sound drew his attention to an odd sight, of what appeared to be reptilian looking female with wings. It took Snarnorgul a moment to realize it looked remarkably like a humanoid dragon.

"Hey mister big meanie! Over here!"

Snarnorgul reared up to his full height and let loose a great angry roar that echoed across the town. Squinting rain out of his eyes he snarled at the creature above him that dared to taunt him, baring his fangs. She hovered somewhere around 20 feet in the air making circles. 

[i]'You dare mock Snarnorgul The Mighty!'[/i] Projecting his voice directly into her mind. He swept his head about, water flying from his head with each quick turn. He then settled his eyes on his right, on a large two story house sporting a chimney. Like many of the buildings it was partly on the fire that had been spreading for some time. He brought his large pincers up and clapped down hard on the roofs edge, heedless of the flames. Then tearing half the top off with a grunt, managing to break a large segment of the triangle shaped roof away. Tiles and pieces of debris fell as he lifted it over his head growling in anger. With a shout he brought it back and tossed it with frightening strength causing it to sail spinning toward the smug dragon girl. 

He aimed it slightly high up aiming for where she would go, thus making it difficult for her to simply stop or change course midway. Snarnorgul had had some experience fighting flying foes before, such as the hated vrocks--winged tanar'ri a cross between a large human and a huge vulture. He predicted she might attempt to dive lower to gain enough speed to avoid the improvised missile which would reach her in two heartbeats. He might hit, or might not, but either way time was on his side he knew.