"Yep, and he taught it to me. Though I learned by him trying to do it to me. A pity you are my opposite, we would have made one hell of a team."<br/><br/>He wasn't going to insult the wyrmlord by asking for him to surrender, but he did respect him, if only because he wouldn't give up and die. Draiss moved back, toward the druid, using his blindsense to see how his party was doing, and seeing if he could get a heal spell. Even though the wyrmlord had taken most of the impact, he had felt several bones crack or at least creak loudly on the impact, and the wounding effect was annoying as he continued to hemorrhage life.<em>If I was mortal, even as a dragon I would be seriously hurting right about now.</em><br/><br/>No one seemed to be free, so he used one of the cure spells from the wand, feeling the wounding effect vanish, but he had quite a ways to go before he was fully healed.<em>That is the problem about my alter body, hard to hurt, but once you do, it is a bitch to get healed.</em><br/><br/>He side stepped around the wyrmlord, noticing that the sorceress was still alive, though her condition wasn't apparent until he glanced over the battle, checking how everyone was doing before bathing the wyrmlord in a lightning breath again.