It was the sight of the psuedo night fury that cause his temper to snap like a twig, with everyone hearing a single thought from a suddenly enraged god.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>HOW DARE HE MOCK MY CHILDREN?!?!?</em></span><br/><br/>Before it had simply been a display of power, but now it was a challenger, and he never backed down from a challenge. His body surged with power, the crystalline wings growing to full size, and expanding further down his body, turning into the crystalline half dragon that had destroyed the latest incarnation of Star Killer Verdelet. The aura of awe vanished as he completed the transformation, the golden gem in the center of the 'head' glowing ominously, even as the two constructs slammed into the imposter, a haste and almost fear clear in their actions as they tried to pummel the caster out of the shape change. Draiss simply repeated his snarl of utter rage, and gathered power to obliterate the mockery before him.<br/><br/>As the power peaked, the Death Squad managed to dispel the shapechange, and one slammed the head of the mage into the ground, while the other turned and body checked Draiss. "Lock it down sir!"<br/><br/>Considering it covered nearly forty feet in less than a heartbeat, and weighed nearly four hundred pounds, that body check would have killed most mortal creatures, and significantly injured most of the rest. Draiss, however, barely rocked, though the energies in his hands swirled and sputtered as he fought back his rage. Brilliant green lines began forming and extending along his body of pure white and jet black crystals. He suddenly shuddered as one of the lines sprouted near the center of his chest, and the shell of crystal abruptly retracted back into his body, at which point he staggered, the green lines remaining. He shuddered and started hacking, like he was trying to get gunk out of his lungs, but nothing came out. Sabrael would notice a fair sized discharge of magic as the lines vanished though.<br/><br/>Once he managed to straight up, his eyes alight with pain, he glanced at the crowd. "I believe you were all leaving. Consider this a lesson in blind belief and its follies."<br/><br/>Once the crowd was heading back to their homes, he turned back to the imposter, his face showing only contempt. He didn't speak to him, instead turning to the death guards. "Question him."<br/><br/>Once everyone was on their way, he turned to Sabrael, and grinned up at her. "As much as I love admiring your natural form, you are putting a crick in my neck. Morph down please?"