Ancalagon smiled, knowing that he held a significant advantage now, and aimed carefully, before a single blue ray lashed out, streaking down, to hit the gold, his aim unfouled by the distance and the movements of the gold. He sighed, and flew a bit higher, as the area around the graceful gold was quickly chilled.<br/><br/>(Polar Ray attack = 29<br/>damage = 245 cold, + 122 for cold vulnerability.)