Draiss' blindsense compensated for the shortness of the blindsight, somewhat, allowing him to blast opponents that stayed at a distance. Upon arrival, he grumbled about the cursed cold, before titling his head from side to side, trying to determine where his opponent was more accurately. "Sounds good to me, though quick sounds good as well. I hate the cold to. Mind if I turn the heat up?"<br/><br/>He punched the ground, using one of his returned abilities to cause a sudden outpouring of magma, heating the room up nicely. "Ah, much better. You aren't dead yet are you? If not, come at me. Fucking blindfold."