Although the humans were pitiful creatures, Stiria could not deny the fact that they did outnumber her – even the most powerful of dragons could get overwhelmed, proud as she is she is no different. Recognizing this fact but unsure of how to turn the tide immediately, she held her ground. Violet eyes bore holes in each of the humans, who had stopped their ranting and raving and seemed to be speaking to one another in their own tongue. Strategizing no doubt. Trying to make a plan of action which would best her brilliance and send her into the afterlife while her body floated on a river of her own blood. "You wretches shall not prevail," she cried and began to beat her wings, "I will grind your bones into dust and every human that sees what remains shall cower in fear. I suggest you run while you have the chance." She continued to beat her wings against the air, starting to disrupting the sand beneath her. A glimmer of something crossed her eyes. Stiria smirked. Now there was an idea. Stiria beats her wings!