Something inside Latira snapped. The second the shapeshifter piped up with its complaints again, she could feel her restraints against toasting everything in sight just drop away. Abruptly standing, she lost herself to her anger and let out a tremendous roar, thundering words within it.
"Silence, you young thing!"
She seemed to become darker, energy seething about her as she opened doors to her magic violently. A low, powerful rumble could be heard, as tremors worked beneath the land. There she found a minute ammount of a magical barrier, no doubt to keep attackers at bay, but it was next to nothing for a dragon to deal with. A few cracks in the earth were wrenched open. All in all, the experience was as if they were on a very active volcano. A shimmering heat could be seen about her, touching nothing although a definite rise in temperature could be detected. Spines along her back rose up.
Then a segment of trees next to the shapeshifter snapped. One tree behind Latira exploded, making her twitch in small surprise as the pieces harmlessly bounced from her protective armour. Keeping an eye on her quarry and the magic she was dealing out, she spoke to Feyda.
"I think I'm ill. I've had this major headache off and on, and I just surrendered to a CENTAUR. Not to mention leaving you in the mountains. By the way, how are you? You seem a tad peeved?"
