Crematia sneer at the man. "I find my strongest enemy, and then I kill him!" She boasts, wings as large as a ship's sails, blood red tinged with rusted blue at the edges. "And then I find my next strongest enemy and kill him as well!"

Smoke starts to rise from her nostrils, a warning of what will come soon. "Care to volunteer?"

And like a serpent, she strikes, mouth agape, her teeth long and gleaming and sharp, with spittle flying.