Devaguea pushed himself to his feet, forcing himself to function through the pain. Something he was very familiar with, sadly. "I was thinking of abdicating to him. His curse would strike at him, the pain probably something he is unused to and since it is his magic, it would move through his defenses without issue. We use that time to get the three masks on him. I was thinking of dousing him in the contents of the chalice as well, and then stabbing him a lot. The issue is he is practically a god, for all the verbal harassment I threw at him. I don't know if we can stab him<strong>enough</strong>. We need something to drag him down to our level, unless those masks do that."<br/><br/>The dragon lord shook himself, forcing himself to take long deep breaths, taking a shaky step as he tested what his body could take. Sadly, not a lot yet. "Abdicating isn't an issue, I have done more and worse to protect my people. Besides, if we kill him afterwards, the nation is our by right of conquest, so no change overall. Right?"<br/><br/>The last word was accompanied with a short bark of 'laughter,' before he shook himself again. "Right, lets get back and see how bad it is. I lost a child from that for sure. I need to repay him for it."<br/><br/>He let Nyrissa teleport the three of them back, as Devaguea didn't think he could maintain his focus enough to teleport them to the city. He could fight, mostly, probably, maybe, but focus was hard.