Sorin rather disliked the tone the small girl was taking with him. Even so, he kept his temper; she was only a child, and she could be disciplined at a more convenient time. For now, there was the obvious presence of their quarry in the distance. Sorin tapped his chin, working out a plan to bring down the dragon.

"We will want to bring it to us. If there is one thing that I know dragons despise, it is a rival. We could lure it with this fellow," He gestured to the dragon that had just spoken, "To where we have the advantage. Something like a marsh, unlikely to set fire."

Surveying the resources at hand, he continued to plot aloud, "We should harry it from above, those of us that can fly or attack from afar keeping it busy, wearing it down. Once it's been fatigued, we can bring it down to our level. Perhaps someone among us could conjure a storm or some such to ground it. From there, we can restrict its movement; binds, barriers, close-quarters battle, what have you. And then-"

With supernatural quickness, Sorin drew his sword. It slid silently from its sheath, butit gave off a faint hum as it sucked the ambient mana from the air around it. Its blade was black as the void, light itself not daring to touch it.

"The killing blow."