As the Abashai descend on the rest of the, now prepared, party, Azzarr Kul and Draiss are sealed off. "Why waste time with words? You are here. We will fight." Moving far more swiftly than one might expect for someone in fullplate, he crosses the distance to Draiss, his pick aimed high, trying to go for a swift, killing blow, immediately. The cleric has spared no expense on this fight, either; Divine Power, Righteous Might, Protection from Good and Chaos, Divine Favor, and more, through a mix of his own prepared spells, potions, and scrolls.  He takes no notice of anything outside of the fight, not even when the five headed dragon goddess herself begins peering down, through the portal, observing the fight directly.