The giants dead, he turned back to the town, and hummed in disgust, having expected them to try and retain their current boulder lobbers, before using his disintegration eye beam to ensure everything nearby was dead, and then teleporting back to the town, appearing above the dragon again. A twist of the magic, and a young male gold dragon danced in the skies above the red where the beholder had been, "Come up and play, my fallen kyn, and let us determine if your mistress or mine is more powerful."<br/><br/>He readied the frost version of the fireball in his mind, as an ice storm appeared around the dragon, encouraging him to take to the skies for their little dance. He was not afraid, and knew the foolish male would die quickly should he but think it, though he was going to having to struggle a bit to defeat him, just to look good.