Draiss began moving faster as he realized more than just a skirmish had happened, especially with the masked power source. It was so poor he had a hunch who was doing it, though it was still a shock to burst into the lair and find Harley there. He froze, his mind debating whether to let her succeed here in gathering the heart, or 'kill' her and force another dragon to die. The hesitation only lasted until she blasted the corpse, and he lashed out, hasting himself and putting two divine blasts into her, before sidestepping forward, appearing beside her. He brought his hands up, palms parallel to his body, but facing the same way Harley was, though only for a quarter of a heartbeat. He turned, dropping his stance from mostly upright to where it looked like he was sitting on an invisible chair, his body pivoting to face away from her, his right fist punching forward as his left elbow came backwards, unleashing a Holy into her gut. He then whirled and chopped, tossing a balefire line at her, slicing from his hand to the first wall it encountered, and several feet into it. "Damn right it is me. No matter where you go, what you try, there I will be. Though I wonder why you are harvesting a dragon heart."