Devaguea was glad he was using his wings defensively, as the limb deflected the second hoof attack. The bite attack tore a large gash in his shoulder, and he wondered where the FUCK his allies where, as he had specifically waited until they were nearby, within a hundred feet or so, before making the dive. Since that one attack had badly injured him, he took wing, getting up and into the air, before blasting the creature with his flame breath.<br/><br/>ref DC 18<br/>damage 22 (5d6)