While Ayariel struck the retriever with her vineblades, the cuts into the pseudo-flesh smoking as they made contact with the air, Falameezar still had to make the occasional shift in his weight to keep it restrained. However, when he saw that Mirnea had begun her spell, he made a more daring move by clamping his jaws down on its foremost right leg. With a sickening crunch and tearing sound, the dragon twisted his head and reared back, ripping the leg from the thing. Spitting it out, Falameezar kicked away from it and stood at a bit of a distance from the blood mage and her subject.<br/><br/>Still on its back, the retriever was completely helpless to the spell when it was finally cast. It writhed on the floor, its remaining legs flailing wildly, and soon arched its back as the spell finished, appearing to be in immense pain but unable to scream. With a rush of wind and a pop, the retriever disappeared and left nothing but a wisp of dust that slowly fell to the floor. When it was gone, Falameezar shrunk back to his dragonlet form. He hopped back onto Ayariel's shoulder and made a noise of disgust. "<span style="color: olive">That taste will never leave my mouth.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>