(a leather satchel on her right shoulder, looped around to her left side)
' 'It's not always about brawn!' ' .:she snapped, she tried to stay calm but the shaking made her get a headache instead:.

Shell grinned wildly,
"Neither is it about Brains,
kid."
Shell said enjoying shaking the girl like a ragdoll.

.:she growled, then put two fingers in her mouth, whistling. Soon a metal dog appeared and pounced at the dragon, bitting them into their wrist:.

Shell swatted the dog away with her tail.
"A dog?
Pathetic.
For a moment there I thought you were summoning a real robot."
She said hurling the girl into the ground sneering,
"Pitiful."

.:she did a louder whistle, the dog suddenly turned large, only half the dragon's size, but the bite was large and painful:.

' 'he's not pitiful or pathetic!' '

Shell snarled plowing the dog down into the dirt,
She growled digging her sharp serrated teeth into the dogs steel leg joint.

.:her teeth couldn't pierce the metal, the dog got up and bite at her neck, growling as his teeth sunk deep:. ' 'He's above the ordinary robots you face.' '

.:she got onto her feet and whistle:. ' 'Fetch!' ' .:the dog let go and ran to her, he picked her up and ran into the forest:.

Shell sneered watching them leave.
She grinned slightly.

(cough cough, basic dragon anatomy one, it is nearly impossible to break through the scales on the neck, which is why you snap it, im a dragon nerd, dun hurt me. too much wof.)