Draiss started laughing, the laughter of the mad even as Borval became fully sane, the eyes of those that had seen, experience too much, had been broken too many times to continue, before it stopped as abruptly as it started, and then his head horribly twisted until it was nearly at a right angle to what it had been, his eyes burning with a madness to match the one in front of him. It was there for barely a second, before his head made a horrible snapping sound and returned to its natural position. His sanity returned even as Borval's was lost, and he nodded, before casting the first of his three god slaying spells, stripping Borval of his spell resistance, his damage reduction, his resistances, and even denting his regeneration a bit, though it was an unexpected side effect of the spell.<br/><br/>He then used a bolt of pure force to blast the fallen paladin backwards, still holding the blade in his stomach, and triple cast his magic missile massacre, more than a thousand spear head sized twisting and curving about each other, like a thousand snakes writhing toward a sun kissed rock. It took less than a fraction of a second to get to the former paladin, but even the abnormal speed of the paladin was not a match for the bolts of pure magic, the force missiles almost literally tearing the target apart as they connected. More than a hundred missiles missed, having been cast so that those missiles would help further confuse the target as to the ultimate missile swarms path, but the rest were clearly enough to do the job. He then darted forward, ignoring the blade still in his chest, and caught his former allies arm, holding him steady before gently lowering him to the ground. He pulled the blade from his chest, and placed it like he was giving a funeral blade to the paladin, hilt resting on his chest, blade down, and held his former comrade's hand, waiting for him to be released from his torment.