WHO: Sienna, Dragons, Everyone still left! WHAT: ZEE END OF ZEE WORLD! Or at least the final battle. WHEN: Two days after Thierry and Co. touchdown in Vegas again WHERE: Sienna's mansion/compound/fortress
Sienna hated being caught unawares, and that was just what was happening right this second. She had finally decided that they were going to rip the Witch Child open this week. Attempts to understand why her, out of everyone possible was able to wield the power, proved fruitless. Clearly she wasn’t doing them any good alive. That was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.
A great roar, loud and deep enough to rattle her windows and walls, was what woke her up. She scrambled out of bed as she burst out of her room. From her room on the second floor she could see people scrambling as the front door burst open with people in black body armor. Some were armed to the teeth. Some were wielding orange fireballs. Some were leaping and transforming into animals. It was sheer chaos. And above all the noise she could hear the flap of wings and the angry roars from her dragons, not quite the deafening and shocking levels they could be. But they were getting there.
“Fucking Daybreakers,” she muttered as she sprinted down the hall to see make sure every witch, vampire, and shifter in her employ was up (not that they could sleep through this mess) and helping (that was the more important thing). Through the windows she could see more footsoldiers scaling her estate walls and coming through the back door as well. There were a lot of them, more than she expected from Thierry. But they were just numbers. She had dragons and a Wild Power locked up in the basement level. Not quite a dungeon, but the rooms were certainly secure. If they thought they could just storm in here, they had another thing coming.