"No, I think I will be quite safe as I am," said Videl. She slowly stepped around the chair where Vance was tied, lazily stroking his hair with her free hand and smiling down at him.

"Don't be alarmed, my darling," she cooed. "I will dispatch this unworthy fool."

Videl raised her staff above her head and drew a symbol in the air in flames. She thrust her staff forward, sending the rune into the center of the room. A low rumble sounded, but it was not thunder. The rune shuddered, sending a shower of sparks in all directions, as it grew into the form of a dragon. The beast, composed entirely of flame, stretched its wings and roared at Fareeha, sending forth another flurry of sparks. It was easily as tall as two of Fareeha as it stood now on all fours.

From her place by Vance, Videl threw back her head and cackled. "Best of luck 'succeeding' against my pet, hero," she taunted.