Raffey barely heard Drache's taunt over the pain of being in this creature's presence, then was blinded when the dragoness unleashed her power. He'd seen fire jugglers, even a few creatures that made some fire of their own, but this was something magnificent. His arm shielded his eyes as he watched fire sear toward this Coria, this... god. The creature couldn't dodge, couldn't evade and the massive attack bore right through it. It let loose a pained scream, one that felt as if it would shatter his bones. Raffey had never felt so completely helpless and useless. 

He knew now what he truly was.

He was weak.

And Drache was not. He watched her fire drill a hole right through the creature, straight down its open maw. He didn't know how big the creature was, but surely nothing could survive such an attack straight down its throat. If anything was truly pure, it was fire. 

When the magic finally stopped, the hole through the creature was wide enough for a man to crawl through. Until it sealed right up. There was a deep laughing in their minds, [color=f6989d][b]"Yes, you would've made the most perfect of puppets, Drachiathoryx. A true... dragon."[/b][/color]

Then it opened its maw, and a breath of toxic fog poured out toward them. It was the same color as this Coria and was coming their way. Raffey had no idea what it would do, but death seemed certain. He looked back at Drache, took her hand, [color=fff79a][b]"Ih wa' mah pleajurr meetin' ya Drrrrrrackuh."[/b][/color] It was then that his eyes saw movement over her shoulder.

With a shout, Kraven, his body led by a barrier of his magic, burst through the crimson shield, his magic turning it into red powder. He rolled, tumbling forward, Sirik following behind gracefully. Kraven charged past the two, and immediately put up the barrier of his magic, to encompass the nearly the entire width of the corridor. The breath met the shield with a flash, and began turning into a deep purple and black powder. Because Kraven couldn't perfectly shape his magic, some of it flowed around the curved edges. 

The shield he'd burst through completely dissipated. Kraven was grunting and straining and sweating under the strain of holding back the god's breath. He tried to take a step back, but stopped, knowing if he moved, his magic would fail and they'd all die. The breath was curving its way beneath the shield, and touched his boots. The leather disintegrated instantly, giving way to the skin beneath. Kraven looked back at Drache and Sirik, his face strained, with the realization of what he was doing. His lips mouthed a single word, but no voice came. [color=f7976a][b]"Go."[/b][/color]

Sirik needed nothing more, [color=8493ca][b]"Goodbye brother."[/b][/color] He flexed his magic into being, encasing his entire body in its mimicking glow. He scooped up Drache and Raffey both quite easily, gripping them tight to his ribs, so they couldn't flail out. Then he turned and ran. Raffey looked back, to see the breath eat through Kraven's feet, watching him stumble. His magic failed, the breath overtook him, and he saw his skin flake off, his blood dry, his muscles tear, and his bones turn to dust, before there was nothing left of the man that was Kraven. Body and soul were gone.

Sirik ignored everything, hopping easily up into the bleachers, before his magic gave out. He was still drained, sore from the fire temple. He deposited Drache and Raffey, looking back toward
the tunnel. The shield was gone, and the breath from the creature was pouring out into the arena. They had a little bit of time before they needed to move. Sirik was even quieter than his normal self, his eyes carrying the weight of their loss.