Draiss cursed softly and fluently in several different languages as the other god defied his ability to read her, and then Svala went and had to talk again. He looked up at her, before using time stop again, this time casting an intensified firestorm, completely burning the forest away. The fire storm raged, swirling about, a physical representation of his anger, engulfing him. He forced himself to relax, and read his opponent, even as he twisted a certain set of runic magics inscribed upon himself, and his power level seemed to explode, as the spell absorbed the firestorm, sucking it into him, making him as if the purest essence of fire. His body was a heat mirage, energy swirling around him, so hot that he would incinerate anything near him, the ground under him erupting into steam and soot. He looked up at Svala, and spoke, his voice a cross between a sound and a physical force. "Flee, now, or be burned by the hottest fire that I can use without calling the inevitables to stop me. I am as the plane of fire, and this is the last chance, tainted one. Your realm is known to me, and I will smite it with the fires of Bale should you continue this. I have more important things than an insane female, blinded by her need to prove she is something more than a pawn to the forces controlling her."<br/><br/>He cast anti magic around her, large enough to encompass him as well, and yet his spell burned so hot that it defied the suppression magic, his body literally fire, a type of energy being. Lightning might be quicker and better at dodging, water better at capturing and redirecting, and earth harder to damage and move, but when it came to sheer brutality and damage, fire was master.