Ancalagon rose toward the air pocket, and once inside the air pocket, just enough of himself sticking out that he could breath if it was his head, he dismissed the spell, letting the battered form of the ooze drift away, and looked around, his hands already moving through the passes to assume another body, that of an great wyrm male black dragon, intent on being able to be a bit more dangerous to his opponents.<br/><br/>As he finished the spell, he dove back down, intent on rejoining the fight, and would figure out what to do with the humanoids that were in the hallway, later.