There were certain places in the world that possessed far greater terrain difficulties than that of the actual monsters, Kohryu had found. The crumbling canyon cliffs of the badlands were one such good example in her opinion. Her ability, child of dragons had long since been activated; leaving a red dragon decked out in the black starter armor to wander about paths that were surprisingly quite large. At least the ones she'd managed to pick out were. There was no goal in mind when it was decided that some grinding sounded like a good idea, soloing a place that probably shouldn't have been soloed. Claymore in hand, or talon; the were-dragon cleaved a small lizard monster about the size of a large dog in half. One of many she'd come across thus far. For all their colorful to sandy skins, they didn't actually drop anything all that good. On top of that the experience they offered was pitiful to say the least, more so for the tanker who grew too bored without a large group to crush. Unfortunately, or maybe it was fortunate; she'd yet to encounter more than three together.

Talon filled feet clicked against the harder stone she walked on, her tail sliding lazily after her. The wings at her back nestled comfortably with their odd largeness. It really was strange that she couldn't fly with the things considering they reached a slight bit taller than her with the tips easily reaching at her calves. Heels. Beast legs, dog-legs; whatever people wanted to call them. They were long, that was the point. Not as long as the claymore being twirled around like cheerleaders baton.

Two more lizards had tried to take her by surprise, both colored like rock; trying to ambush her from the canyon wall. The first missed its strike, the second dug its claws into the armor at her shoulder and the scale at her neck. The luckier reptile found rude claws snagging into its spine, the success it had was brief as Kohryu tore it free from its place. A side-step to dodge the angry teeth of its companion earned that same companion a quick whip across its face by the Wyrmlord's tail. It hissed, backing away to shake its head; giving her the chance to pitch the still held monster up and bat it away with the claymore. Whether that would have killed it or not was a mystery. Either way, it flew over the edge into the abyss below; screeching its hissing monster curses all the while. Its companion didn't bother to notice, still all hissing and angry.

Kohryu held herself in a light combat form, claymore held to the side while her tail slammed against the ground in anticipation.