Crematia is just having the fun of her life now. She still has no idea what are the guns doing exactly, but she liked the results. Maybe one day she will spend a quiet day to review the corpses, observing the wounds that took their lives.

For now, however, she keeps flying this way and that, until she decides to land with a heavy thud. Tail lashing out arrogantly, she already destroyed a streetlight, its metal bending over in protest. She already seen several overturn cars, the strange, hovering vehicles. Testing her strength, she picked one up with her jaws and flung it on the other side of the street, noting how much damage it has taken to buildings. Satisfied, she took up another into her jaws and turned a corner, seeing a man crouching over one of her dead followers, stealing his weapon.

She doesn't even miss a beat. With her strong neck muscles and jaws, she tosses the car toward the thief, hoping to see if it might squash him.