Lambert better be careful, because he's about to get what he wished for. The Ringmaster can access the Athenaeum too, after all. Combined with her existing power... well, she wouldn't want to be someone on her bad side, she thinks as she narrates herself a short cut straight to the arena.

She appeals as a massive silhouette, her front claws coming to rest on the walls of the structure as if it were a knee-high fence. He feathered wings could blot out the sun as they stretch to her sides, her eyes a cutting orange as she glares down at the assembled carnival workers... and Ignatius. She is in her full dragon form, and yet she's arrived without a sound.

One massive foot settles into the arena, followed by another. She curls her lip, revealing a snarl of sharp teeth, seeing what's going on in the water below. Finally, her eyes settle on Lambert.

Lifting a foot, she swings it towards him and smacks him across the arena.

"Unfortunately," she rumbles in narration before he's managed to hit the ground. "The Nightrider didn't die from his injuries. That would be too easy."

Then, she turns to look at the others.