Blue eyes opened slowly, piercing the darkness and  watching all that was transpiring below. Aira had been awake this whole time, yet she had chosen not show it as she perched daintly on the sill of her room. Her legs crossed and wings folded against her back, giving her a rather regal look against the black back drop. In her hands she played with a silver dagger that had seen better days, the sharp blade twisting between her long fingers. In truth, she was curious as to how a silly little human would escape this mess.<br/><br/>She cast a lazy side eye towards the girl firing her arrows and tutted loudly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"You're a fool to help him, you know... you're just making a waste for yourself, cat" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Her gaze darted to the right as she now saw Reign and Kagosa enter the fray too. A low grumble rumbled in her throat, her long scaly tail flicking angryly. They had all been betrayed by Lord Balthoros, some hurt more than others, so why did they believe this human would help. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Ladies, calm yourself, this peasant is no different to any we've not seen before. Let him die!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Yet it was clear her voice went unheard over the clash of metal on metal. With a frustrated sigh, the dragon girl uncrossed her legs and rose to stand, stretching her wings which caused a long demonic shadow to cast over the little light of the battle grounds. Balthoros may have kept her in this weak form and took what little remaining powers she had left but there was still a couple of trickery she could do. <br/>
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Using the confined spaces to echo her voice, Aira roared as loud as she could, using the bouncing sound to make it appear louder than it actually was. That combined with the formidable shadow would be enough to terrify anyone - even the dead. </span>