AEanna gasped.
"By the Divines!" Switching spells immediately, she unleashed a roiling stream of flames at the shrieking creatures. Even as the first ones hit the fire and were immolated, she was shocked at how hot the fire felt. It didn't burn her, but it felt almost unbearably hot just being near to it.
Inside, Dromaeus stood up and walked between the cryogenic tubes, gaping in awe at the machinery with his blades hanging by his sides. He whirled around as the Tyrant approached from behind.
"What in Oblivion?!" Immediately he sheathed his dagger and pulled Ysgramor from his satchel, slipping it on his arm ready to fight.