Majorita had rarely ever had to worry about what others thought of her. When she gave an order, it was followed on threat of death. The fact her cruelty made people hate her barely even factored into her thoughts at all, she'd grown so used to being the detested 'demon general' she started actually taking pride in it. It had become a game to her, to see just how much she could infuriate people. Unfortunately for her, the rules of the game were rather different in this world. She lacked the power and fame she'd held onto for so long. Wrathion had simply had the misfortune of running into her while she was looking for a way to earn her the recognition of her fellow Kenoma.
"You talk big, but you already passed up on your one chance to win." She has no idea what sort of powers this man has, she's just assuming he's a big meathead who fights with strength alone. "You should have put that thing in my eye if you wanted to get away. You aren't gonna get another chance!"
She extends a fingertip, a small glowing ball of energy appearing at its tip. This is not fired, instead she traces a circle in the air around her, the energy ball multiplying and forming a circle of seven floating fingertip orbs in front of her. The energy on her actual finger floats off to form the eight and complete the circle. There they float, surely ready to fire at any second. But instead of continuing her attack, the girl chooses to speak. It seems she also loves the sound of her own voice.
"My life IS absolutely miserable. That's why this is the only place for me. The people here, and the Regent, they intend to do something about how rotten everything is. If you're really siding with the rebels, that means you're telling me you want my life to remain awful. That means I HATE you!"
That outburst is the biggest warning before the orbs fire off, one by one. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to where they are shot, she seems as focused on showing off as she is actually causing harm. Being much smaller, the force behind them is equivalently smaller. Unless struck head on, Wrathion would be unlikely to be launched like before.
But there was a different danger. She wasn't doing it on purpose, but her temper tantrum served to mask the approaching sounds of those unknown assailants. They finally come into view as the girl finishes her rampage, a pair of unassuming looking men who, upon catching sight of the dragon in man form, begin heading directly for him, seemingly unconcerned with their own safety. What was worse is there were still more sounds of nearby footsteps. The girl was likely, somehow, directing them to cut off escape routes.
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"You talk big, but you already passed up on your one chance to win." She has no idea what sort of powers this man has, she's just assuming he's a big meathead who fights with strength alone. "You should have put that thing in my eye if you wanted to get away. You aren't gonna get another chance!"
She extends a fingertip, a small glowing ball of energy appearing at its tip. This is not fired, instead she traces a circle in the air around her, the energy ball multiplying and forming a circle of seven floating fingertip orbs in front of her. The energy on her actual finger floats off to form the eight and complete the circle. There they float, surely ready to fire at any second. But instead of continuing her attack, the girl chooses to speak. It seems she also loves the sound of her own voice.
"My life IS absolutely miserable. That's why this is the only place for me. The people here, and the Regent, they intend to do something about how rotten everything is. If you're really siding with the rebels, that means you're telling me you want my life to remain awful. That means I HATE you!"
That outburst is the biggest warning before the orbs fire off, one by one. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to where they are shot, she seems as focused on showing off as she is actually causing harm. Being much smaller, the force behind them is equivalently smaller. Unless struck head on, Wrathion would be unlikely to be launched like before.
But there was a different danger. She wasn't doing it on purpose, but her temper tantrum served to mask the approaching sounds of those unknown assailants. They finally come into view as the girl finishes her rampage, a pair of unassuming looking men who, upon catching sight of the dragon in man form, begin heading directly for him, seemingly unconcerned with their own safety. What was worse is there were still more sounds of nearby footsteps. The girl was likely, somehow, directing them to cut off escape routes.