Trana opened her maw wide and roared Ackster in the face with enough force to rustle the elder dragonling's beard and send it flying into his face before shouting, 'Die!' and devouring him. Well, she bit off his lower body and ate his torso and head.
"Trana…Did you just eat that thing?"
Trana glared at Viztar. It was the quickest way to send Ackster to an apparent doom that she could think of. She was about to retort before flying away when she sensed a murderous intent enough to affect even her. Or maybe it was such a stark contrast to the reverence dragonlings usually had toward dragons that she couldn't help but take note of it.
Trana pinpointed the dragonling directing such hostility toward her.
*Monster, does that…dragonling have something special to do with you?*
Trana projected her voice to Ackster inside her mouth.
"Who?"
*A brown-haired one with…—They are an incredible mage. No wonder they can emit such hostility.*
