<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e1/2c/24/e12c24f968925915c404f9598bbc5ec8.jpg)</div>"Insulent pup!" comes the roaring, bellowing voice of the rapidly growing dragon-beast, echoing through the air within the crackling arcane energy.  Now fully formed, it looks much like a dragon, though without wings and now lit properly a pale icy white.  His head and massively ridged back slams against the ceiling, his form hunching forward to crack it's head against the invisible arcane bars, all with it's mouth open expelling the horrible magical electricity, arcing holes in space through which can be seen entirely different times and worlds, great cities, cowering people, ruins and rust.  The walls of the underground prison stand even less chance than the air against the blasting energy, cracking, breaking under the strain.<br/><br/>Against this stands Nuria, raising her hands up to form the fire into something of a shield, catching the bolts and directing them as she can.  Some blasts up into the ceiling, crackling massive breaks, some slices through the umber hulk, it's body ripped into dozens of pieces, some falling through the portal holes and giving a taste of the danger they face.  But in truth, it was not enough. Divine force though it may be, the rolling arcane energy was propelled forth from a place of ancient strength untapped for too long.  All about the firey wall, the energy rages, flicking, ripping, pulling at time even.  The world seems to distend and slow.<br/><br/>A blast of energy pierces through the fire, towards Sydney as she attempts to speak to the dragon-beast.  It arcs through the air, deadly and cutting.  But the fire seems to drag it, pulling it into a swirling vortex of power.  The power rages, burning and slicing through the room.<br/><br/>The drake turns his head, filling the room with energy as it rages against the bars that hold it.  One of the bolts flickers at Phelypsis, sending her hurling herself to the side as a flicker of the energy slices along her back and cuts free her sword, leaving it clattering onto the ground several feet closer to the dragon.  She begins to reach for the blade, but sees that it arcs with the arcane energy, to touch it would not only risk another blast from the beast (or Nuria's wall not holding out) but to burn her badly.<br/><br/>The air in the room begins to become hollow as the drake's breath ends, coughing last sparks of power as it falls limply down inside the cage.  Still the fire rips and sizzles with arcane power, arcane power that begins to flow into Nuria.  Her body arches, wracked with pain that sets her hair on end, the fire warm and comforting, but the arcane blast dangerous and painful.<br/><br/>Above the ceiling of the cave cracks and stone begins to fall.