Devageua stared at his opponent as he cheekily waited for the dragon and companions to move, before noting some movement on one of the walls. His eyes flicked to the side, before he sighed in annoyance. Phomandala was hanging from the walls by her wrists, her head securely wrapped in some sort of fabric, and looked like she had been through hell before being hung up. Thankfully, she seemed both intact and conscious, though he doubted she was enjoying her perch. He doubted the being in front of him would go for her, but he wasn't going to just leave her.<br/><br/>With everyone poised to react, it fell to Devaguea to make the first move. So he tried his standby of battering blast, before moving to the side and casting liberating command at the medusa.