Ancalagon starts laughing, that kind of nasty laughing that causes one skin to crawl just from hearing it. He suddenly starts to scribe his spell, his own wings and scales completely clear, and it appears as if he is dancing his magic.<br/><br/>As he moves, his hands leave glowing red runes behind, a circle forming around him, his dncing only adding to the power of his spell, for spells are made more powerful by adding patterns to them, and a dance is nothing but a pattern.<br/><br/>Drawing his arm back, out of the glowing circle of glyphs, he shoves his open palm through the center of the glowing glyphs, and they cross the space, to fast to do anything about it, deactivating all the magic upon her and her body.<br/><br/>The spell finished, his foot continues to tap a rhythm, obviously, he is not done playing yet.<br/><br/>[Dance check (to piss her off) = 20 (did pretty good for untrained, no?)<br/>Dispel check, greater =23 (damn dice roller, no sense of appropriate)<br/>Please see avatar for feelings at the moment.]