Devaguea gave the man a dragon grin, before flinging a ball of slush into his face. "Oh, good. Something to kill."<br/><br/>He wanted to keep back some of his flames, but knew he needed to horrify this man to drive him back. He had the look of a coward, vicious when he thought himself stronger than his opponent, but keeping his range and ordering others in when he knew himself out matched. If he advanced, or anyone else came out, the freak would get a bath of flames.<br/><br/>snowball touch attack 19 (+1)<br/>snowball cold damage 13 (3d6)