Seeing the Dragon Kin shrug off his bursts of fire with little effect, Jarvan was not inspired with much courage, especially since in retaliation he saw a fireball roughly the size of himself coming his way, he dived out of the way just in time to avoid the fiery ball of death that would have reduced him to ashes in seconds.<br/><br/>Dragging himself back up, he looked at the Dragon Kin with a sense of fear and hatred in equal measure. This beast had come out of nowhere and now a battle that looked like it would have been a victory for the High Elves was now going to be reduced to a smoldering defeat.<br/><br/>Running over to a small group of the mages that were with him, Jarvan uttered quick instructions for them to send bursts of their magick at the great beast in tandem with him. He hoped the sheer number of spells that they could throw at this monstrosity would be enough to either kill it or drive it away from the battlefield long enough for the High Elves to either retreat or claim victory over their dark cousins.<br/><br/>Summoning more energy from deep inside him and directing it up into his staff, Jarvan sent a steady stream of fire from the tip of his weapon. He soon saw other forms of magick joining his to create a mighty barrage of magick that would surely prove problematic for the Dragon Kin up in the skies.