Devaguea watched the female dancing toward him, wondering why his head felt like he was back in... The Bad Place. Then the female started to reach for him, and he tried to move away from her, but then she suddenly got hit by something, and everything got really blurry, but he could feel his rage rising, trying to fight whatever he was under, but he was drowning in it, and his head hurt...<br/><br/>And suddenly he was free, he was burning up, and exhausted. His scales had turned completely red, and his head HURT. He rolled off the stairs, desperate to get away from the others as he turned and simply used his flames as he hit the ground, unable to soften his landing. The flames poured from his mouth as he righted himself and turned toward the far wall, turning the fallen corpse and the entrance room into a blazing inferno as he gave vent to the confusing welter of emotions that the fight had raised, forcing them out with rage.<br/><br/>A moment passed, and while he was now utterly exhausted, he was back in control, and his head felt clear again. He glanced at the charred corpse next to him, and gave it a quick check for items, not expecting much to have survived his flames. Once that was done, he headed back up the stairs slowly, toward the others. The others might protest, but he was too tired to do much more than curl up and go to sleep.