Devaguea laughed as the fire washed over him, barely affected by the spell thanks to him moving to cover Phomandala, which had the added benefit of making him a smaller target and not near the epicenter. The medusa was unaffected by the blast thanks to him basically covering her with a wing. He sent back a burst of understanding and determination, before doing the last thing his opponent would expect from him.<br/><br/>The Dragon King charged and physically tackled the Lantern King.<br/><br/>To anyone that really knew him, they would know that Devaguea could have little to no sense of self preservation. He was actively negligent with his fire, due to his extreme fire resistance, and had a defiant streak so wide it was a wonder he had ever been as small as he was.<br/><br/>So when told to buy time and keep the opponent's attention off someone, he did something that would<strong>demand</strong>their attention, regardless of who it was. And having a two and a half ton dragon lunging at your face and then doing his level best to tear your mask and crown off was going to be a distraction in a way that unable to fail. He was also fairly certain he could survive long enough for Nyrissa to finish, assuming she didn't get distracted.