A dragon. It was a dragon. Like, a dragon-dragon. Fatima's mind just couldn't quite accept it at face value. Her eyes searched the scene, like she was looking for the man behind the curtain. Except there were no curtains and she was in the middle of a forest with two people she barely knew. Facing down the aforementioned...dragon.

She could see how it had done damage to the local flora. Just walking, it was ripping up plants and grass and small shrubs. She wondered if it breathed fire too. That was a dragon thing, right?

Or only some dragons? Was it racist to assume they all did?

She was so out of her depths.

There was some internal calculus, looking at the dragon's size and gauging her own abilities. A bolt of force would be about the equivalent of a hundred pounds. Probably not enough to rattle the dragon. Possibly enough to shove Roy and Chandra out of the way, though.

Well, they were the dragon experts. She'd have to see if they could handle this guy.