Draiss grinned as his form wavered, and grew four new arms, effortlessly countering her throw. "And you assume even more poorly than I do. I didn't mean that you couldn't alter your form."<br/><br/>He void stepped through the wall, the ability useful even in magic dead or over saturated areas, and finally got face to face with her, again one hand on the book, leaving five of his free. All five of his hands glowed with a different color, the spectrum of magic far wider than that of physical light, even as the gods perceived it. All of the spells were new ones, two of which were slowly shredding the extra hand that they were being held in, revealing them to be god damaging spells. "Last chance, or I will tear this plane apart to stop you."