He focused, and then slammed his artifact staff into the ground, before pointing at the ogre. He winced as his skin split along the arm, the artifact's spell power drawn from his body's blood, but the maximized, empowered lightning bolt slammed into one of the orges and then arced into a second, turning one of them into a charred husk in an instant as the water inside of him boiled immediately, while the second was luckier, only rendering the arm it hit a worthless burned shell, which fell off even as they watched. Draiss clutched his staff, and spat the blood out of his mouth, the staff having drained a considerable amount of energy from him, but he shook away the weariness and the sweat from his eyes, and gave the wyrmlord and sorceress a grim smile. "Fine, I will deal with you after him. Since I already took care of the ogres I called."<br/><br/>Their spells had taken away his protection from arrows, and his shield spell, but his mage armor was intact, as well as the displacement spell. However, if he had been mortal, he would have gone from full health down to a quarter, and was bleeding internally. He tapped one of the wands in the staff, trying to use the healing spell, but fumbled the first casting due to the pain.