When he saw that Mirnea had been reduced to a simpering fool, Falameezar screamed with outrage. How dare that thing that could not even begin to comprehend the nature of its enemies so much as think of making her into a mindless animal!? Though she was not a true dragon, Falameezar knew that she was a sorcerer; draconic blood flowed through her veins. For all he knew, the sorceress could be related to him! His pride wounded and his burning heart's fire only stoked further, Falameezar stepped forward, at first a bit of a trot, and then a decent run, before finishing off with a sprint to which he added a leap. His landing on the fiend knocked Mirnea to the side, and then he bit down on the nalfeshnee's wrist, the hand that held the sorceress releasing its grip. The black dragon's serrated teeth dug and sawed away at the demonic flesh and bone. In just a few seconds of brutal thrashing, the nalfeshnee's hand came off with a disgusting snap and squelch of the juices that now flowed down Falameezar's chin. The fiend had screamed, only to be silenced by Aya's spell as it flew towards it and lodged itself in its skull. There was a gurgle from the demon as its brains splattered across the floor, and then went limp. Unlike the majority of the other demons the group had fought, this one did not disappear.<br/><br/>Gajol, in the meantime, had just managed to recover from her frenzy before falling to her back. Her breaths were shallow, and rattled like an empty suit of plate mail in the wind. With each breath her whole body quaked with pain; were one to feel under her armor, they would know that the majority of her ribs had been broken.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>