As another couple of the insectoid creatures landed lightly, but still managed to make a crater in the ground, he shook his head. "Definitely a close combat form, those claws are sharp enough to cut sound, I think. Similar to the Lurkers, but less armor and durability, more offense and speed. Likely exceptionally quick. Going by the three in front of, if they are the average size, stop hissing at me, then there are several thousand of them in the room."<br/><br/>He looked around, as another dozen slammed into the ground around them, effectively flanking them, before he nodded to himself. "Alright, you wanna play rough? Okay, I can play rough too."<br/><br/>He tilted his head to the side, and sent V'elen a thought.<em>Hey, lets go full power for this one.</em><br/><br/>V'elen sent back an annoyed response, before perking up as he showed it/him why. A flicker of a thought, about them finally being finished, made Draiss make a mental note to talk to it/him later about that thought, before V'elen began feeding him power. He sighed in pleasure as power seeped into him, time slowing down just as the first one jumped at him, two claws aimed for his face, the other two lower, to tear his gut to shreds while he dealt with the higher two. He simply closed his eyes, and relaxed, letting the power flow as it desired, something wizards never seemed to understand. Power was like a river, trying to control it meant you got burned as it reverted to the easiest energy form, fire. Instead, you had to tease it into the desired path, like a lover, coax it along, not force it.<br/><br/>His form seemed to blur and shift, as it expanded, growing to about fifteen feet tall, massive muscles, like a tiny, bipedal dragon made of crystal. Instead of two eyes, he had a single glowing gold crystal, easily illuminating the space around them, despite the earlier issues with Ama trying to counter it. He tilted his head back slightly, as if watching the lunging insectoid creature, before jerking his head slightly, a five meter thick beam of balefire flickering into existence from him to the far wall. He grinned, as he glanced about, the tiniest of gestures the only warning before the huge beams of balefire flashed into existence, and then back out, like the manifested beyonder had, but his were far more powerful, charged faster, and exceedingly more efficient.<br/><br/>Barely a minute later, he dropped out of the merge, and sat down where he had been standing, having not moved an inch despite every last creature in the room lunging for him, and put his head between his knees, before speaking. "I'm hungry."