OOC: Right, I'm going to work on getting back into the story.
EARLIER...
Dromaeus wanted nothing more than to tear the insolent humans apart. He was sitting in a wooden chair at a desk, the sole furniture in a spartan brick room. The strap around his mouth had been removed, but two armed guards stood on either side of him, leaving no choice but to answer the questions of the man interrogating him. They kept questioning where he was from, what he was, and why he was so heavily armed, but the fools wouldn't accept his answers as the truth.
His luck was soon to turn, however. Another guard came though the door and requested the presence of the two armed guards. He was saying something about a mass killing at the college Dromaeus had tried to enter. The men left the room, and Dromaeus was left alone with his interrogator. He grinned, and as the man tried to continue questioning him, he began his bid for freedom.
"ISS... SLEN!!" The man was immediately encased in a cocoon of ice before he could react. Setting to work on the plastic ties binding his hands, Dromaeus bit through them in seconds, then used his claws to sever the ones on his feet. As the interrogator began to thaw, Dromaeus flitted silently into the corridors.
