Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-30700719-20170910022945

One of the Dragons looks towards Caroline, then at the other two. Exchanging some kind of wordless glance, two of them smash through the wall fairly close to the door, while the other one assumes a fighting stance. "We are the Iron Wings, the fiercest aviators ever known. We have come here, seeking our most vital target. The General demands to see him, and our mission is to do so. Now, get out of my way, girl. Once we have the target, we will leave immediately. Do you understand that, or is your tiny head not capable?"

Meanwhile, the main task force withdraws, soaked in the lumpy goop. Most of the insect-types tumble to the ground, their wings clogged with yogurt.

I turn away from the window and put my arms behind my head, leaning on the wall. "I..." I let out a yawn. "Sleep would be nice, given the fact that I was so rudely interrupted. But what can you expect." I sit down on the bed, arms still behind my head.