Crematia just roars and roars, completely swallowed up in her own hatred and rage at everything now. Sneering in contempt at the beasts that crawl toward her, she lashes out with a whip of her tail and scatter the fire beasts. She restrains her fire breathe, knowing it will be useless against natives in their own element.

Swinging a heavy forepaw, she neatly slices one lava beast into two.