Fiery emerald eyes cease scanning ancient Egypt's decor and snap to a silhouetted figure entering this battlefield. A figure that enters without haste, without too much of an appearance of caring that its opponent is a dragon- perhaps they don't care. Mimring tilts his head slightly, armored fans flicking open as he regards his opponent's equipment- bulky armor he can't get much of a read on by sight, appearing perhaps shoddily made or hastily repaired. The man carries something with him, but as it doesn't appear to be a weapon Mimring ignores it for the moment. An outfit that has clearly seen much combat- topped off with a helmet that suggests perhaps direct strikes for vital points won't be as effective.

And then the carried object is allowed to fall, and Mimring narrows his eyes as it is discarded. All he can tell is that it is some sort of metal, perhaps an unimportant component of this man's armor, or some scrap picked up outside. Mimring gives no reaction to it and merely watches warily as his opponent drops the object and continues his approach.

Jason, however, has a different idea.

[color=navy][i]Paramagnetic,[/i][/color] the Shapeshifter offers, sensing it out. [color=navy][i]I can't tell exactly what it's composed of, but either it's not iron or doesn't contain much of it. Doubt I can move it myself right now, but you should be able to.[/i][/color]

[color=#CD7F32][i]Understood,[/i][/color] is the dragon's only reply as he immediately goes to work altering the charge of the plate without otherwise moving it. He seems to only have eyes for his opponent, but his attention is instead diverted towards this seemingly random object that he armor-clad man discarded so carelessly. But this is of course no issue- while the dragon focuses on strengthening the plate's ability to be affected by magnetism, Jason watches the pair's adversary alertly through his Familiar's eyes, rapidly noting down quick comments for both to keep in mind.

[color=navy][i]Still can't get much of a read on the armor, but it's likely made out of the same material as that plate.[/i][/color] Jason's mental voice is all business. [color=navy][i]He can dematerialize his weapons. At least I assume that's a weapon. Probably means he can create them, too, be careful. Also made out of the same material. Whatever metal that is, he seems to like it a lot, because pretty much everything I can sense if made from it, I think.[/i][/color] He recites this more quickly for most people to be able to register everything if he were speaking, but the link between Mimring and Jason allows them to save precious seconds of time as the information comes almost faster than the words themselves. There is maybe one second of pause, before he speaks again, mental voice sharper. [color=navy][i]Look sharp, I think he's almost done approaching.[/i][/color]

Indeed, the man has stopped some hundred feet away, just outside of Jason's magnetic range but well within Mimring's. The dragon has already prepared the plate for use as the newcomer slowly spins his remaining staff, a crystal shrinking in size as the staff slowly positions in front of him. Mimring represses a snort of derision at the display and prepares himself for the oncoming fight. The loaded energy marking the atmospheric buzz within stagnant air has to be reigned in, as well- a premature attack could cancel out the preparing Mimring has just done, after all.

[color=navy][i]Ready?[/i][/color] Voice filled with energy and anticipation.

[color=#CD7F32][i]Always.[/i][/color]

Hostile intention is registered the moment the man with the fiery aura begins to point his staff at the golden dragon standing sentinel before the statues. Mimring isn't sure whether it is a preparation for an attack, or simply a threatening gesture as the human awaits the dragon's first strike, but in either case he will not have to wait long. The staff barely moves to point in Mimring's direction before the discarded plate suddenly flies off the ground toward the armored man's head- Mimring isn't sure if the speed and size of the flying plate will do any significant damage to a helmet when he can't determine its composition, but hopefully it will at least distract this enemy- and if the two are made of the same material, perhaps do enough damage to the helmet to matter.

After the plate would hit or miss, in that split second of potential distraction, the dragon changes.

A crackling line of lightning, highly reminiscent of the sort of strike one would see in a violent thunderstorm, streaks across the hundred-foot gap from Mimring and aiming for the front of the man's helmet. Hundreds of millions, maybe close to a billion volts of raw energy serves not only as an attack but also to mask the lightning dragon's true tactic in this situation- for who pays attention to a distant enemy when a bright white bolt of lightning is blitzing toward you? The crack resonates through the echoing chamber, shaking the very statues, and hide Mimring's transformation in an explosion of light, heat, noise, and lethal dosages of raw electrical power.

To the close observer, the dragon would at first appear to vanish within his own attack, perhaps even becoming one with it, but this is only halfway correct. Indeed, Mimring [i]has[/i] become one with his element, but not in the traditional sense- crackling energy running down a sprite's spine serves to highlight the draconic visage of what might look to an outside observer to being a sentient bolt of electricity, a lightning elemental, some being that embodies the very [i]concept[/i] of a thunderstorm floating above the slopes of the internal chamber.

Like his thunderous attack before him, Mimring wastes no time for his adversary to recover from the proverbial and literal shock or to gape in awe at the dragon who has now become the soul of the concept of lightning. He bolts forward like his lightning strike, a river of latent electricity in his wake, but this time leads towards his right, as if to flank or move out of a direct line of sight.