He looked up as Aviendha spotted something, and then snarled something unintelligible, which was probably just as well, as it was the most foul curse in a dead language he could think of, before snapping orders, thinking at first it was Tiamat. "Move off to the south east, I will move west and draw it... what?"<br/><br/>He stopped suppressing his divine spark as he realized the form was human, and flipped off of Tyra's back, instantly becoming a mature adult bronze dragon, and diving toward the ground, flaring his wings, and as soon as he landed, he reverted back to his human form, holding his weapon of preference, a Sivridut, a weapon almost unique to this world, combining the features of a spear, a shortsword, and staff into a single weapon. It was immensely powerful, a weapon he had created to match the weapons of other gods, and he activated all of his defenses as the form approached wondering what had recognized him. All of his friends should be dead, either killed during the war against the Maralith, or in the explosion he had caused. He glanced up, making sure the others were moving away, and while they were, all three were staying close enough to see, Cerul having discovered that he had blessed her, similar to how he had blessed Tyra, though without the binding.