He followed her down into the valley before he felt something<em>pulling</em>on his magic. It felt like his magic was trying to break out of his body. He didn't even notice the change in his companion as he tried to struggle with the magic, using everything he had to pull back against what ever was holding on to him. He fell to his knees as his body felt like it was on fire. He looked up to see how the warrior was doing only to see her in a different light. She talked to him and the words barely registered. He got back to his feel shakily and stared her down. "So your the dragon huh? I didn't know" He was cut off by another sharp tug and he grit his teeth in frustration. "That your kind could shapeshift. I guess that saves me the trouble of finding you myself." He tried to give off an air of confidence but felt exactly the opposite. 'She must have known that this would happen. Scared of me more like it.' He pulled every ounce of magic he could get a hold of and used it to propel him across the boundary that had started tugging on him. He got up quickly, panting hard and turned back towards his enemy. He felt drained physically but never stronger magically. Though he had little time to spend thinking about this as he was now in a battle for his life.<br/><br/>"That was good dragon. Quite the actress if I do say so myself. Even lured me into a trap that attacked my magic. You must be pretty scared." He was hoping he could anger her into making a mistake that he could exploit. though in the back of his mind he knew that in this state there was a very low chance of actually beating her.