Sorin once again began to lambast the blond man, "It no less than astounds me..." He left off, sensing a significant presence quickly approaching. 

He silently tightened his focus, feeling out this mass of mana that was rushing toward them. It was Red and Black, both signatures equally distinct. Sickness and fury, hunger and death. Sorin immediately began to draw on the mana of the area, gripping his sword just as the dragon struck.

Sorin took no time to gawk at the strange beast, as he rushed about to evade the toxic attacks of the creature. However, the corruption of the environment had an added bonus for Sorin: the area became closer aligned to Black mana, making his spells easier to form and cast. Continuing to weave between attacks, he summoned a handful of vampires to harry the dragon, same tactic as before. However, with the more bountiful mana, he was able to expend extra effort in imbuing these vampires with the power of flight.

Seeing the blond man behin to lay into the dragon with a volley of shots from his weapon, Sorin laughed and called to him, "Have you come to value your life, now?"