[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Oh, a dragon. Would you look at-A DRAGON?! Tiras nearly did a spit-take as he saw the bag of fire and feathers fly at a group of approaching morphs and crisp them nice and well done. His heart in his throat, he forced his nearly numb right hand to grip his sword. The beast flew closer and closer, until the dragon landed in a pile of warm feathers showering around them, in the form of Raye. The little girl who Lennox had brought aboard. The girl he'd though of as thoroughly harmless. The girl he figured needed the most protection. And she could roast all of them alive. Like little kernels of corn. Pop!

Tiras turned to Lennox and pointed his sword at him from a crouched ready stance.

"How many more, Lennox?" He ground out, well and truly pissed off. "How many more things are you keeping secret from us? Things that could keep us alive or doom us all... How many more?! Spill it! What, can you turn into a dragon, too?"