He gestures toward the spellcaster, and watches a large cone flash outward, flashing freezing the area as the cone of cold washes over the fire giant spell caster and toward several of the warriors. He then leaps backward, getting himself some distance as he considers whether or not his latest spell would be appropriate as Goldie flees. He made a note to berate her for being a coward later, but what did he expect from someone who sat on their haunches all day arguing with other dragons.<br/><br/>(cast cone of cold with the mage in field for sure, and whatever else was nearby.<br/>60ft cone spread<br/>reflex 42 for half damage<br/>15d6 cold damage = 60 damage)