Birthright

Sabra had countered the accusation with a puzzled, "It should matter?" The bottle, however, remained caught in hand. Sabra seeming to react to it like just another tool. Her expression, however? It was ridden with confusion, as if the very notion of her appointed guide getting cold feet, just because the monstrosity still lived, was insanity personified.

And from the darkness, the beast did step. An ancient from the shadows, a creature from the maw... A draconian tyrant from the primordial age, bones propelling it forth without reliance upon muscle or sinew as it roared. Sabra momentarily unhinging jaws to spew verbal fury, right back.

Two titans from a time long past.

"Remove its head!"

The display would have been impressive, were Valerie's new opponent taller than mere waist-height...