Geniserius smiled evilly as the last threat to him died, and then reared back, mumbling to himself, casting the epic spell that had drained his hoard do to the dregs. He got to the spot in the spell where he could talk, and grinned evilly at the approaching fire giants. "Worthless slaves, prepare for oblivion, and give my regards to your god of death when you meet him."<br/><br/>He would have continued, but the spell began 'twisting' within his mind, trying to implode and kill him, informing him the rest spot was complete, and he was now going to have to eat any attacks that they threw at him, though he stayed aware of his surroundings enough to not present an easy target, even as one of the black diamonds embedded in his stomach vanished, consumed by the spell.<br/><br/>(two round casting time for spell black hole, epic 11th level spell.<br/>Concentration for casting defensively = 34 on d20+24<br/>Is not flat-footed for next round's attacks, nor does he provoke an attack of opportunity.)