He smirked, remembering something, before speaking, as he did what he did best. "Hey dragon, what happens when a gaseous form spell gets hit by multiple gusts of wind?"<br/><br/>He concentrated, before 'grabbing' the air, mimicking the movement with his hands to better manipulate the wind, and then ripped the air in the room back, slamming a wall of air into the gaseous form. He then began punching, slapping, and cutting with the wind, mercilessly beating the form to pieces, knowing that the dragon would either revert or die. And even if it reverted, he could still knock it around like a kid with a toy. It was over. "Hey dragon, you chose... poorly."