Too impatient to go around the long way, the Queen orders her army through the forest, as she rides on her palanquin.
"Ugh, this heat is unbearable"
She swats a fly... or was it a fly? seemed a bit too big for a fly... She looks out of her palanquin with glee at the smoking city towers ahead, soon to be hers, and the dragon with it.
"All halt!" says the queen's general, causing her glorious chair to jerk forward.
"What's the meaning of this?!" she squints ahead at what appears to be a battalion of fairies riding horses, trying to block their passage ...and lead by a rather chubby looking gnome holding a pitchfork.
"Little man, tell your fairy friends to move it, as I'd rather not have to clean my windshield later. I just got it cleaned this morning."