The icy beam of light, so chilling that it froze and burned simultaneously on the dragon turtle's hide, almost immediately froze over the beast entirely. The base of its neck, its shell, and all around its taloned flippers were encrusted in frost. Thouhg the stuff broke away almost immediately, the damage had been done, and the dragon turtle's blood ran cold; its movements became sluggish, more strained, almost drunken, in a way. The next roar it made sounded tired, as though it had not slept right, reminiscent of a yawn. The dragon turtle was still far from dead, but it was hurt, and the effects of that blast had been felt.<br/><br/>The dragon turtle craned its neck in the direction of where that frigid blast of energy had come from, and spied the drow floating in the air above it. Wisps of some kind of gas could be seen coming from its nostrils for just a split second before it opened that toothy maw and loosed a cloud of steam, so hot that it would have scalded the common man so badly that his skin would have fallen off. The chieftain took advantage of the distraction and jumped down from the outcropping, landing by the one who had used himself as bait. They all cried out as they made their own attacks on the dragon turtle, jabbing spears into its thick hide. The only one who was not thrusting a spearhead into the beast was the chieftain, who had instead drawn his obsidian longsword and made a vicious blow, one that spilled much blood.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>