"Clever," the dragon quips, almost idly moving out of the way of his strike, which seems oddly slowed, as if he were trying to swing through water, instead of air. "But pathetic," he says, lashing with claws and fangs, trying to sink his teeth into Caiphias' arm, and rip flesh from his legs. Behind him, Meridia begins focusing on her complex spell, to disable his defenses, but it looks like it might take her a bit.