Sleeping Dragon "I love you, Crona."

Joined were they by two others, though only one of which had spoken. Sen had considered her answer, but never had any words been made to leave her mouth. Before she'd been able to say anything, the darkest of the trio had been upon her with jaws opened wide. Normally the woman was quick, but her lack of focus on the actual situation at hand had resulted in her reaction time having turned to scat. She'd been able to do little more than turn, but there'd been no distance placed between herself and the others. Rather, her head had snapped back around as teeth met her shoulder, her own lips having been pulled back to reveal her incisors.

Sen, however, was not a fighter. Not really, anyways. She'd been taught to act with words alone, vanity and the nature of her family having made the art of battle seem barbaric. Now she would pay the price for having never learned to physically defend herself.

Free to do whatever to her.