Vyre snarled as she was pulled off the guard, her nails shredding open his breastplate but rather than going inside she tackled another guard with bone shattering force.<span style="color: red">"What in the hells is that thing!? Men! Fire at will!" </span>The guard captain looked at Ophidian and waved him off dismissively.<span style="color: red">"Get out of here... civilian. That beast needs to be put down before anyone gets seriously hurt. She was in Goldshire, we caught her beating a man to death with his own arm. We tried to calm her down, and get her covered up, but she spit fire at one of my men and took off like a dog with its tail on fire. Last I checked, elves don't go around spitting fire and running that fast, or doing that." </span>He nodded towards Vyre who was stumbling backwards with two sizable bullet holes in her chest before summoning two spears launching them through the last two standing guards. The captain, who was sitting on his horse, shook his head and turned to leave.<span style="color: red">"Whelp, consider yourself deputized, snake. I have better things to do than to get my ass beat by a monster." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>