Taraah saw the fist flying at her face, but didn't move away. She was initially amused by the fleshling's outburst, but by now it was becoming apparent she didn't know her place. Her amusement slowly turning into anger, she let the fist connect with her jaw. The blow carried more force than she expected, actually aching somewhat. The dragoness' eyes narrowed into slits and she raised her head back up, scrutinizing the little human with piercing gaze. "General? With that naive inflated head of yours?" Taraah growled, "The same people that sent you here would see you dead a lot sooner! And do you know how lucky you are a Black didn't find you? You would be slowly bleeding to death on an altar by now! You know, your kind has a saying: Pride goeth before a fall."

How magnificently literal. As soon as she said it, Taraah whipped around, her tail wrapping around Thalia's waist. Then with a whooshing sound of wing beats, the two of them took off, Taraah carrying them high into the skies. And when they were at the apex of their ascend, she let go...

Quickly turning and chasing after the falling girl, she matched her speed and locked eyes with her: "I do not care for your name! You lost it the second you crossed the border into our territory! No one here cares who you were before! All you have left is your life! Now either perish, or accept my offer, those are your only options, make your choice!" she said, her arm extended close enough for Thalia to grab.