The heat shimmer around Utsuho rippled into flames proper as she lifted off the ground, buffeting wind shredding the steam that rose with her. The fire curled around her wings, a visual marker of the air her wings churned up. The instinctual anger in her mind growled into a deep hiss in her chest, a sound like heavy water hitting too-hot metal.

That neck was bunched up, coiled like a snake; she made sure to stay away from it. Utsuho had been around so many overt mutants that his appearance didn't seem terribly strange to her.

Instead, the mutant swooped close--but not too close--and swept her arm forwards, scything flame and sparks from her outstretched claws towards the dragon's face.