Devaguea frowned as he realized the fight was going against the horde, idly giving Irovetti a nod as he watched. "Correction, it was a pair of dragons. And they were both of noticeable size. Much better than some can say."<br/><br/>He threaded a couple spells into the fight, before shaking his head as they both splashed off the aura without being noticed. The dragon king idly shrugged, consciously not flipping a wing as he normally would as that would likely attract their opponent's attention. "Very close. Just waiting for a couple problem individuals to get swatted, before finishing this."<br/><br/>The mutant dragon paused at the question, before glancing at Sak'bas, and then giving her an amused smirk. "Is anyone ever really ready for a plan as loose and vague as this one? But I think it will work."<br/><br/>He winced as the Peacock King vanished in a burst of flame, before nodding. "Alright, lets do this."<br/><br/>Devaguea moved to the side a bit, ignoring how exhausted and injured he was after fighting the Jabberwock, getting tortured through his curse three times at least, using about seventy percent of his spells, and then tackling a demigod. And as much as he wanted to be the one to land the last blow, he knew he had nothing to do it with.