Kiral's words were like a fire under Mortis. Her fist balled up in response and she couldn't help but allow the anger to guide her actions. Her scales had shifted from their normal coloring to something darker with hints of red. She had began shaking because she never liked conflict; it caused her anxiety to rear it's ugly head, but she would be damned if the wolf was going to shoot off like he had and continue having a generally pompous attitude. "AUGH, you are such a jackass!" She exploded at Kiral, not much caring what anyone else had to say or had said. "I could do a better job than you, all you do is act like we should bow down to Kiral, all hail Kiral, all because you worked in a construction yard. Whoop de freaking do, you can order around people there, but you're NOT going to order around me or act like I can't do anything without YOU." Mortis growled, shoving past Kiral and knocking the map out of his hand. She didn't care if he was bigger than her, in fact, part of her wanted him to swing on her just so she could have an excuse to hit him. "And screw your map!" she snapped as she stormed off.
She continued to shake as she walked along, not caring what the others would do in turn. She attempted to take deep breaths to calm down, but to no avail. She had so many emotions running through her all at once. She was angry with Kiral and the old man, and part of her was depressed about how things were looking. The wolf dragon had his points about them being a gamble and it made her outlook on the situation bleak. It made her somewhat disappointed that Filadius was only interested in her for his own personal gain or for a last ditch attempt to save a time that had nothing to do with her. She knew she wasn't a fighter, at least not against well armored soldiers, but she was confident in her natural ability to disappear. Though in the darkest corners of her mind, she almost wished soldiers would catch her and put an end to her.