As her spell made its way to the nalfeshnee, Mirnea could see the demon's eyes glaze over slightly. It was as though the thing had just lost a sense of mental superiority, and was becoming rather dim-witted by its standards. In spite of this, the fiend was still more than conscious enough of the situation to have not let her neck go. What it did do, however, was decide to release its hold on her claws to pull its fist back and smash into her now-draconic jaw. It was no deathblow, but that did not mean it was a glancing blow either, and she would feel a few of the spikes embedded in her face be dislodged from the impact.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, as Janna belted her battlecry and charged at the other nalfeshnee, it turned around just in time to be sliced into by her two blades. They buried into its blubbery stomach, and the thing began to cough up a large amount of foul ichor. It then took a few steps back, getting off of Gajol, before gripping its viciously wounded stomach and holding out a hand to drop a bolt of lightning on her. Again, the damage would not be lethal, but significant.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>