Devaguea looked at the creature, and began pelting it immediately with fireballs. "It is a big one of those little plants. Kill it!"<br/><br/>He kept his distance from the thing, desperately ignoring his draconic instincts to close with claws, jaws and flame breath. He didn't NEED to prove his superiority to a plant, no matter how much it galled him that he couldn't do it. After all, he had three consorts here, and his instincts insisted they would be impressed by closing with the thing, regardless of how it would actually go for him.