As Ancalagon greatly increases in size, the two fiends look a little worried, but pull themselves together admirably. They both step in, and unleash the full flurry of amazingly craptastic attacks, swiping with claws, jabbing with tails, and even trying to bite through his powerful scales.<br/><br/>In the end, only one manages to punch through his natural armour, the barbed stinger getting a small jab in. It deals all of 12 damage, and the poison is once again processed into harmless nutrients by his now-draconic liver.<br/><br/>And the four hooded figures still do nothing.