He simply smiled, before leveling the staff at him, to receive his charge. "Not human, if that is what you are asking."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and stared at him, putting all of his defensive spells into a single disk, to block the next attack so he could focus on hitting him with the staff. He watched the cleric charge, and miscalculated by a small amount, the disk's angle off slightly, allowing the pick to scrape off and gash his shoulder, discharging whatever enchantments into him that it could even as his staff blurred three times, the first one a firm hit, the second glancing off the shield, and the third missing by inches, the gash on his shoulder throwing him off. It was close, but not quite what he had called.<br/><br/>He rolled clear, before inspecting his shoulder, and then smiling at the cleric. "A good blow, you managed to hit me, and made me into a liar. I guess I will just have to settle for killing you now. It was an enjoyable fight, and you truly deserved a better end than this. Good bye."<br/><br/>His hand came up, the attack impossibly telegraphed, but the beam of pure force energy had already left, and it homed in on the cleric, slamming into his chest, and out through his back, punching a fist thick hole in his chest, taking half of his heart and part of the diaphragm. He sighed, sorrow on his face as he stared at the hobgoblin, before shaking his head, and glaring at Tiamat, his scales forming on his face.