He rolled his eyes, and warped again, this time in front of the dragon, and changed his strike from an overhand chop into a stab. He vaguely remembered reading somewhere that most defensive spells had a trade off somewhere, like resistance to cutting in exchange for uselessness against stabbing, but he couldn't recall off the top his head if that was from the core rules, or one of the expansion splat novels. "Says the retarded lizard. Seriously, when Tiamat was designing your color, did she go out of her way to make your kind stupid? Or is that just part of your natural charm?"