As the dragon retaliated, Sorin defended himself by swinging the Parasite Blade around him in a wide arc. The mana-eating sword absorbed the miasma, sucking it away. The dragon having been apparently revitalized by eating one of his summons disconcerted Sorin; he'd have to avoid that tactic, lest he supply the dragon with endless tasty snacks.

With the dragon already having an exposed weak point, Sorin didn't see the need in tey to run up to it and carve some scales off, himself. There were more than enough of his allies to harass the beast without Sorin putting himself in reach of its jaws. Not to say that he was going to sit idly by.

He sent his undead dragon forth to attack the living one, and meanwhile began to conjure more mana. This time, though, he dipped into White mana as well as, black. He cast a wide-reaching aura over his allies, strengthening their blows and sharpening their blades. As well, he piut something of a vampiric spell over their weapons; whatever harm they inflicted upon the legendary dragon would heal their own wounds in equal increments.