Damien jumped back, the warforged's axe missing him completely.  After regaining his footing, he slid back a little more, putting about ten feet between him and the assailant.  He faced the warforged, held his off-hand in front of him, fingers spread, and yelled, "<span style="font-style: italic">Estallido colorado!</span>"  Once the utterance of magical words was completed, a vivid cone of clashing colors, shades of red, yellow, and blue, sprang forth, flaring in his face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dear gods, I hope this works!</span><br/><br/>As the flash dissipated, the warforged stood there, motionless, until he dropped unconscious to the ground.  His eyes were clouded by what appeared to be dark blue mist that, were he conscious, would obscure his vision, leaving him blind.  Along with that, miniscule motes of magical electrical energy danced around his cranial plate, indicating that the third effect had worked as well.