"I...." Shock was clearly written on Allia's face, and, having just barely rose up, her un-gauntleted hand pulling herself up via the desk, she fell again to one knee. Several moments of silence from her lips, before her head rose. Even the very muted sound of flapping wings died out. "Are you alright?" She asked, her eyes teary. "To take so many lives.. I don't know what it would be like. I haven't taken one, even in self defense. Zilant always.. Zilant.." Allia looked up at the ceiling, and sighed. "Does it for me. I am still a child in his eyes, and I suppose in yours as well." A smile came to her lips, though still tinged with sadness, "Hah.. He often speaks of finding me a husband with honor but no name.. I imagine he wishes me to continue the Solidas family contract with his clan in that way and would use your penance for that." Her smile widened, "Hah, on the other hand, he'd never let anyone touch me he didn't pick himself." Then the smile faded, and she rose and clasped her hands in front of herself. "I don't know what to say to you, I know nothing of your grief. I have grappled with the loss of a family, but I have always had Zilant, and I still believe I will meet my little brother again in Our Father's Hall." Her reference was to a small but noticeable cult presence in Exae. Some few noble families had such pride in their founders and history that they believed their founders had prepared a hall in the afterlife for every member of the family who honored their legacy. Solidas was one of these families. "You.. You have someone too, right? Her name was Touhu, yes? Are you also well as can be after what has happened?" In some ways, Allia lived up to one pillar of Alaria, the compassion of Naya. The wall was hit hard as a stream of Dragon's Fire* slammed into it, the flames lapping around it falling about the sides, enhanced by the Breath of Azazel, and driven by the deepest fury a dragon of over four score years of age had ever known. "YOU! YOU! LIAR AND DECEIVER!" The dragon's roar crashed on the walls, accompanied by whirling cutting blades of wind that fanned the flames. "Kaneros the Nimble, Kaneros the Elder, Gregori the Clever, Rumineos the Black, Myejorin the Masked, Casterin the Golden, Gabarinth the Just!" The dragon crashed onto the building, amid the flames, digging his claws in and attempting to rend it apart, crashing through if it's strength was not sufficient to hold him back after his Ninjutsu attacks. "Them and all their wives and daughters, I swore to protect. Slain for the sins of fear not their own?!? I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!" "Zilant! Wait!" Allia pleaded "YOU! No lone human could slay them all as that continent was burned to ash! Not even the fires of Azazel himself, Dragonfather-Before-Mountains, could burn away the heart of Alaria! Who helped you?" Zilant demanded, clearly not thinking straight in rage and grief. He didn't even seem to notice that he had both implied that Akaritori did not do it and that she had done it with help. Before even waiting to hear an answer to his question, he let yet one more stream of fire at Akaritori, in a loose, burn everything sense of the word, whether he was still on the roof or on the ground. Presuming Zilant had breached the wall, Allia grabbed Zilant from behind, attempting to pull him back. She would make notable progress, dragging him back several feet, his claws digging furrows through the gold as he attempted to stay in place. Regardless, Allia was unable to stop the stream of fire at the moment. Even with sound mind, Zilant was not a match for Akaritori, and Allia realized this yelling out, "Please! Don't kill him!" *Fire Breathing Technique, as I'm pretty sure it's clear. **Feel free to autohit KO Zilant, he can't even see clearly he's so angry. You can also go for a free kill if you make your attack look nonlethal till the last second, but if you go in with something that looks like it will kill him, Allia will try and get in the way. ***Of course, most of this sequence assumes you don't take the fight to him outside as soon as Zilant snaps.