Thrak grunted as she hit the tree but quickly stood up and looked at the tree with a grin.<span style="color: red">"That was a good hit. I guess it's my turn." </span>When Ashia got close enough she returned the blow with equal force.<span style="color: red">"That dragon, ALL of the Greens in the Swamp are corrupted, something about a nightmare. They attack anyone who travels through there and inhabited a half sunken temple there. These aren't your average lazy dragons, these ones attack travelers, even the whelps are aggressive. As far as I'm concerned I put her out of her mercy. I hunted all the blacks I could in Redridge and needed new game that could fight back, the rifle was just an experiment but I can assure I can kill a dragon with my own hands." </span>She summoned a small portal and pulled out two white strips of cloth which she wrapped around her hands.<span style="color: red">"Magically attuned, engineering genius, strength of an Orc and Draenei, speed of a Night Elf. I don't know what spawned me and I don't want to know, but I'm quite thankful for my gifts. Nail is an emotionless shell, her parents were part of Onyixa's brood, she's a direct descendant. Her parents were turned into boots, and I'm not exaggerating. I took her out to find the 'heroes' who conquered them. We collected the skulls of every member of their family. And don't let Spite's cowardly demeanor fool you, she's every bit as cold and heartless as the next dragon. She's just hides it well, like every dragon she's a manipulative bitch."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>