Dropping to her knees, Rachel laughed. "Didn't even see me coming, that's the good bit," She managed, coughing. An aura of smoke and destruction surrounded her. "The bad bit? That would be these," Tugging between her shoulderblade and wing, the red-head removed a rather mean looking dart. "Suppressants. Broad spectrum. Luckily they don't have a counter for fifty foot of pissed off dragon or I'd really be in the crap, but I wouldn't advise anyone with a modicum of mental talent to get within a mile of them. Locked me down faster than... well. Fast."
The dragon-human was trembling now. "They're pretty pissed. Anyone who's on Haven and tied to us better make tracks, and quick. They're preparing for war. I don't think my blowing half the temple up helped, but I'm pretty damn sure she's there. One mention of her name and half the room freaked the hell out." That brought out a weak chuckle. "Oh well, they'll be busy for a while clearing that mess up."
Rach dragged herself to her feet, and collapsed in a chair, grinning. "That was fun. When do I get to do it again?"
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