Eruraviel
The elf's head tilted, to the point it looked like it might break, as she looked at Nero with an expression that only asked one thing. Why?
But after but a moment, Eru's head returned to its normal orientation. "Ah, Empress, that's quite impressive, but we need to decide our proper avenue of attack. Angering the locals too much will lead to you getting crushed by their combined strength."
Eru clapped her hands. "Therefore!" She said with a cheerful smile, reaching out, grabbing Nero's shoulder and said a few works in a forgetten and dreadful tongue. The very words sent shivers down everybody present's minds.
And then, they were no longer where they once were. They actually appeared to be in the sky. The elf grabbed onto Nero and held her empress up, small wings at her hips flapping frequently to keep her afloat.
"One should not just take whatever's in front of you when one has choices, my Empress. Let us choose our avenue of attack wisely."