"How?"

She grins dangerously. "I'm a motherfucking dragon."

And she turns into a dragon. It's huge, easily serving for all of them to ride with a lot of leftover space. She's red, and she glows with barely contained fire from the inside. They can feel the heat from where they are, emanating from her body and her breath. Her scales shimmer with the movement of her muscles, and her eyes are ablaze with yellow-orange light. This has, of course, the expected effect in the architecture.

"Mount up," she growls, somehow not needing to make the proper mouth shapes to speak.

"Wow," Felix says helping Jessica and the still-sleeping Victor onto the dragon.

"Holy fuck you never told me you could do this this is so cool—"

"I know," she growls smugly. "Now we go."

And then she roars, a deafening sound that shakes the foundations of the building, and stretches out her wings.

The place gets way less structurally sound than it once was. The walls and ceiling start cracking. Felix blows away debris.

"Dayo, go up! Break the ceiling."

Reptoids advance on them, trying to tongue Dayo. It feels like lashes of cold water against her scaly, glowing-hot carapace. The reptoids experience something much more unpleasant, holding their burned tongues or convulsing on the ground.

"Cover yourselves," and she can headbutt the ceiling.

Felix's wings cover Jessica and Victor. He will also take the opportunity to shoot some fire towards their assailants. To intimidate.

And now the ceiling is out of their way.

She breaks through the ceiling and through the roof, sending tiles in all directions (with some help from Felix's wind).

Whatever this place is the surrounding area is a pitch-black desert with no obvious direction to go.

"You wouldn't happen to have a handy magnetic sense, would you?"

"I don't." Felix hops from Dayo's back (which is surprisingly much cooler than the rest of her dragon body) and takes flight.

He circles around the place looking for a direction-

-then something drains the air out of his lungs and he drops from the air.

She wouldn't be a very effective dragon if she didn't have the athleticism to catch him mid-air, would she?

Regardless, she manages to catch him.

He is limp on her back.

It's not hard to spot what caused this reaction from Felix. The desert lacks features and all that red is rather attention grabbing.

"No no no no no no I refuse—"

She flies all the way to him.

One wing torn out, the other five limbs bent in odd ways. The skin very pale. The eyes unfocused.

Felix half-falls half-dives away from her. He approaches and checks for any sign of life...

His scream is raw and primal.

So is her roar.

The sands stir around her. Then Felix's attention snaps and he raises a curtain of fire.

It's not quite fast enough to block what it was supposed to block.

The what tries to take a bite out of Dayo's wing bits.

The what is wearing Fenris' shape with a half-burned cruel smile in his lips.

The what will find her wings are significantly sturdier than they look. And they will bap it with enough force to, possibly, bury it several inches into the ground. And then burnt for good measure.

The Fenris-shaped entity is swatted and is thrown in the air.

And then stops.

Apparently, it's not just the shape that's being copied. Dayo gets a blast of sand to the face.