Devaguea hadn't expected the wurm to actually be surprised by the attack, not with his challenge roar alerting it, but it wouldn't hit quite so hard now. He turned and bolted after the druid, hoping the others would be ready, moving just slow enough to keep in sight of the wurm. He did give a chittering, the dragon equivalent of taunting laughter, even as he kept running. He wanted the thing enraged enough to chase them until they got closer to the others.