Thalia glared at the Dragon as it simply stared at her... Only to burst in to what sounded like laughter. The girl blushed brightly, looking rather indignant. "I am Thalia Stonewall of the Stonewall family, and I will [I]NOT[/I] be taken lightly by any one, not even a dragon! I am absolutely sure that I can find my own way back ho-" Thalia started screaming, only to be cut short as the Dragon's head shot forward. In the blink of an eye, Thalia was disarmed, her last dagger spat across the ground a few yards away. She stumbled back a bit caught off-guard by her adversary's speed, but quickly regained her composure, holding up her fists like a boxer. She was ready to strike back if the Dragon pulled something like that again. Thalia flinched away as the Dragon's head came down, much slower this time, wrapping around her shoulders. She... She was being picked by this [I]beast[/I] as a rider? She would never-

And then the Dragon went on. Nobody? [I]Nothing[/I]!? All her life, Thalia had been seen as a high-class member of society, even if she wasn't a noble in demeanor and appearance. And now, a dragon had come and not only swiftly killed the men Thalia had wanted to see slowly tortured to death for their crimes, but was claiming she was less than the dirt they both stood on? Thalia felt a rage boiling in her she had not felt before. No, she wasn't going to die here. Not today. And especially not to such a high-and-mighty piece of trash like this dragon! Thalia growled under her breath, slipping free of the Dragon's touch. "I will [I]Never[/I] be a rider for you or your kind! I am Thalia Stonewall, Heiress to the Stonewall family and future general in the Royal Army. I would sooner die than have anything to do with lesser trash like you!"

With that, Thalia cocked back her first, bringing it forward to deliver the strongest blow she could to the side of the Dragon's head.