Almost collapsing from her weakness, the black dragonkin laughs half-heartedly.<br/><br/>"Oh my, I think the magic is going straight to my head. Mummy always said sorcery beats swordplay. Oh well, let me see if I have a little magic that can beat you..."<br/><br/>Several wire-thin strands of darkness shoot out from her fingertips, wrapping themselves around Ancalagon's throat. They choke him briefly, though his powerful neck resists and causes them to snap. Still, a painful welt forms around his neck. (20 damage, Fort save passed vs becoming flat-footed)<br/><br/>She can barely stand now, and seems to even be out of magical energy.