There are indeed magical auras present, Ancalagon gathers that much before dispelling. For a short while, it looks like her magic blinks out.<br/><br/>"Well, that was rude."<br/><br/>No sooner are those words out of her mouth than she springs to action, beginning to exhale. A cloud of frost rolls forth from her mouth, splashing out and washing over both Ancalagon and Shyrath. The snow and frost clings to their scaled bodies, though they react fast in flinging one arm up each. They avoid the brunt of it, merely chilled somewhat. (10 cold damage)<br/><br/>Shyrath then reacts in a diplomatic matter, by unleashing a stream of bubbling green acid. It sprays over the human and sizzles away, causing her to scream in pain. Ancalagon is then up next.