((Damnit, I was waiting on Rusalka))

As the small group of guards and mages emerged from the open passageway, the beast turned to face them, green slit eyes focusing on this new prey. It's winged claws reached out, gripping the ground, as if to tether it in place. The long, scaled neck pulled back, an almost malicious gaze in the serpentine eyes. With a great rush of wind, it seems to inhale, it's chest inflating more than would be deemed physically possible, A red glow already escaping from between the rows of dagger-like teeth.

With an explosive roar, flames burst from it's maw as it threw it's head forward, a wall of fire seeming to rush towards the young heroes, undaunting and unforgiving. And, far above, the arcane eye of the Glass could do nothing but watch.