Firing, Ba'al was witness to the abilities of those in the group he was with as they fought back, even Vash getting in on the fight with his weaponry. And slowly they were wearing the thing down, like ants against an elephant. Well, they were a bit better armed than ants, and hopefully they could avoid the sort of casualties incurred by ants in fighting an elephant. And this thing was definitely more dangerous than that.

Still, they were getting in their hits, battering away at wings and scales, even prying open a few areas that would allow them to hit it's body directly. Blasts of music, storms of slashes and strikes, lances, magic, it was all very impressive as they fought, not with any real sort of coordinated teamwork, but they weren't trying to kill each other yet. A pity, from Ba'al's perspective, since such a chaotic battle would be the perfect opportunity to off one of the Competitors without being noticed. Sadly, he couldn't be sure of his Zat's effectiveness with these other Players, and it wouldn't look like the dragon had done it if he tried.

Then he was suddenly busy again. The cat girl was sent flying, the dragon regained some energy by eating one of Sorin's vampires, and then it let out an eardrum splitting roar which, as one might have guessed, ruptured eardrums, causing Ba'al to wince in pain. Just a little. Honest. Thank god he was a Goa'uld, so that would heal faster, but for the moment his hearing was slightly impaired, to say the least. And the miasma surged, assaulting his senses once more. 

"Ugh, God," he groaned, pinching his nose. "What I wouldn't give for a Sarcophagus right about now." Still a tad dazed and roughed up, hardly helped by Sorin's buff since he wasn't a physical fire, he added his Zat blasts to the mix, firing at open areas that weren't currently being assaulted, though if one of his allies got in the way of a shot, then that was just their fault for not being aware of the battlefield.