Drayda landed back on the ground, but as soon as she did, she saw a tailed figure launch herself at the dragon. It looked like she was going to punch, so the dragon wrapped her tail around a piece of large rubble and swung it at Samara. Drayda felt like she was getting back some control, so she tried to coax her dragon into giving back some more control, only to be ripped away from her. The sensation was interesting, yet terrifying. Not being able to control the body one had for their entire life and then pushed down into the furthest recesses of their mind... No wonder why her dragon hated this feeling so much. This is what Drayda had done to her. For years, whenever her dragon had a sensation to hurt or maim, Drayda held her back. Even if it was to give someone a smack on the head or something else, her dragon never had the luxury to act out the way she wanted to.
Suddenly, Drayda fought back against her dragon, causing her to growl and spasm a little after she used the rock to attempt to block Samara's flying punch. Or kick, whichever one she ended up using. The dragon growled and looked angry at herself. No, she wasn't going to lose control. She'll give it back once she had her fun. She had been cooped up for so long, and with no way to exercise her anger except for some stupid exercises. No. She wanted to fight back. She leered at Samara before flying up and using her head to bash through some concrete above her, gaining access to the floor above. She then began damaging the infrastructure of the building, the supports, and the metal beams holding the building up.
This building is going down. Whether there is people here or not, that is inconsequential. It would be their fault for staying here. No, I am going to fight and destroy. Kill, maybe, but no, not now. No no no no. I want destruction. Destroy. Destroy. Maybe I should give control to- NO. No no, I shouldn't. I should not. I need a release. A sweet release. Yes, yes....
The chaotic thoughts of Drayda's dragon echoed through their brain, but now it felt like her brain was her dragon's. She had no control. She watched, detached from reality, as she saw her dragon destroy the beams and support, crippling them. She could see it, feel it, experience it, yet she wasn't in control. She felt like she was taking a seat behind the actual master of her actions. She cried out, desperate for some semblance of control, but she wasn't able to do anything. Any point in fighting back was quickly met with some force pushing her back down, deeper than the last, pushing her further down a dark hole she had no way out from. She felt like she was going insane.
On the outside, the whole third floor was a mess. Rubble was everywhere and the metal beams were crushed in. Some were sliced clean and the concrete support columns were smashed in. Suddenly, a groan was heard. It sounded like some giant was keeling over. Oh wait, the building was tilting. The building groaned under the weakening foundation. Some parts of the ceiling were falling down on the lower floors from the carnage happening on the third floor. Roaring and screeching was heard as Drayda's dragon tore everything up on the third floor.
It was dangerously close for the floor to collapse. The windows on the perimeter of the third floor have shattered from the weight above them slowly coming down, the speed something like molasses.
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