"I would, but when their fight is over, and the other race is destroyed, I suspect the 'surviving' race will follow suit. Their fight has been going on for so long that it almost defines them. I will not help two races commit suicide. Especially since the two are actually one. Just a little difference in outlook, breeding, and who is in control."<br/><br/>Draiss looked around the room, and nodded. "Good thing we are both fire resistant. Otherwise I suspect this fight would be down right miserable, if not actively lethal. Lessee, lava is anywhere from 3000 to 8000 degrees, since it is molten rock, and we are fifty feet... Yep, we would be actively miserable and likely having to try to not pass out."<br/><br/>He had his short sword slung on his back, his dagger hidden at the small of his back. He dropped onto his heels, extending his blindsense, trying to get a feel for the area since his blind sight hadn't returned yet. He related what he sensed, before heading toward the main platform. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."