"Are you sure you don't want to try on easier targets first, Grand Commander?" Dragonmaster asked.
Bloodimina just scowled at her, reloaded the rifle, aimed and fired. This time, the gnat fell down, definitely dead—the shot blasted half its head off.
Bloodimina was aiming for the chest, but still.
She just lowered her rifle and scowled at Dragonmaster some more.
"Did this question hold any value or just wasted my time? Dragonmaster, while you are here, you must behave appropriately! I don't know what hive you are from and how you are acting there, but this is a military operation. Discipline is a must!"
Under Bloodimina's rebuke, Dragonmaster hunched on herself almost pitifully (Bloodimina had no pity). The Grand Commander could only shake her head at this show from her sister.
The attitude of the latest generations of dragon riders was too frivolous! It was much better when only Beemarines could become beast masters. Beemarines had not a grain of nonsense in them.
