Draiss shook his head, before void stepping yet again, this time straight up into the air, stopping well above the level of the corridor that she was webbing up, not going to try that in the least, before void stepping forward yet again, this time phasing through the wall. He dismissed the extra four arms, they were cumbersome and starting to unbalance him, as the form had only had enough resources to support four limbs, not eight, and was quickly draining him. Recovering the energy, he set up a good half dozen traps through the corridor she had just webbed up, before void stepping down, once again phasing through the structure, to reappear behind her. He then used a variation of blur to quickly close the difference, this time grabbing the book with both hands as she turned to face him. "You know what? This place has traps that make even me leery. Lets see what this one does, shall we? Deus est apparatus , perficio quod gelidus."<br/><br/>That was a code for the traps in the hall to activate and immediately discharge, flooding the area with their effects even as Draiss tried to void step away with the book. It was a dead language, an immediate offshoot of draconic whose descendants had been killed by a chaos tainted individual, wiping the race out. It translated, roughly, into 'God is a machine, perfect and cold.'