She could kill half of them and only take minor wounds if they were to fight. But this was her master's land and his future women. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and looked towards the rampart that faced her.
Black eerie flames ignited, two on each side as someone approached. Her every step would light the next row of torches. She hid in the dark of night, only a faint glimmer of dark red hair now long and down to the woman's waist.
Tap!
'This is that lizard girl? How did she change so much? One can not simply go from being a slave to this….'
"Greetings winged outsider to my master's realm of dusk. Tell me, are you friends or foe?"
A beautiful woman with an enchanting face and stern narrow eyes appeared with wine red scales framing her peach shaped face. They covered her neck and shoulders, then flowed down her arms and became a dark, blood colour that seemed to pulsate along with her heart.