Nero would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly awed at the dragon's power. Oh, she had seen a great deal of strange things over the years, and she had encountered all manner of powerful monsters and beasts. But this? This was something she wasn't hesitant to admit was impressive.

She couldn't muse on Temeraire's strength for too long, though, as the drake that had been shot down landed nearby. Large enough to disrupt the dragon's flight even for a second, and strong enough to still put up a fight?

Perfect.

With the lance her cousin had given her still strapped to her back, Nero unsheathed her blade - a common gladius, as she was still without Aestus Estus - and charged. She approached from behind the beast, using its hindquarters as a step up so she could launch a strike at it's rider.