A large glob of acid hastened the retreat, the hindmost member of the group now fleeing pell-mell from the outpost hampered by rapidly melting armour as well.<br/><br/>Ceres dropped down behind Soanala, her wings creating a shadow over the Dragoon, and chuckled slightly. "Impressive, if ultimately futile in the long run. Tell me, how would an organization devoted to slaying dragons react, when told an ancient dragon of immense proportions is out slaughtering their outposts?"<br/><br/>She didn't wait for an answer, frowning. "They'll step up their patrols, and their readiness at all of their outposts. We got lucky this time, even if we were not working together as a group, but, now that they've been warned, there's No reason to attack one of their bases for any reason, unless you're particularly suicidal."<br/><br/>Muttering darkly to herself, she turned, stalking off into the Jungle and heading west, towards the town she had mentioned, not bothering to see if either of her 'companions' were following her.