[i][color=#CD7F32]Move it![/color][/i]

Weaving in and out of fast-moving attacks is second nature to Mimring in his Photon Dragon state- moving erratically as lightning does, his incredible speed and ability to register things happening almost instantly makes dodging relatively easy, though he still has to be cautious. What does concern him, however, is his master hidden on the side of a pillar which both can tell is in danger. Though he cannot immediately identify the danger of this fiery hailstorm, neither want to take the risk and so the black scarab makes a maneuver to release the pillar. Keeping it between himself and the enemy, Jason both keeps himself hidden for the moment and uses the obstacle as a sort of shield from the attack, taking cover behind it- but from a safe distance so as to not get too close to the attack.

As the scarab skitters back several feet, ready to move again, Mimring refocuses on his own matter. The warning to his master took only an impulse of a thought, after all, something unnoticeable in the heat of combat. Even in the midst of worry for the boy, however, it did not escape his notice that the lightning was drawn and grounded by what seems to be a barrier, forcefield, some energy shield perhaps. As long as that barrier remains, the dragon imagines, it will be difficult for either of them to land a safe strike from a long range. Perhaps physical attacks can do the trick, but close-ranged combat is always a risk and Mimring would rather not take it for the moment, not when the possibility of him spending his energy more efficiently exists.

An emerald-green aura surrounds the draconic lightning streak bolting erratically around a firestorm of plasma. Though taking care to evade whatever remains of the attack, Mimring redirects his course from attempting to flank Retaliation to charging straight towards him, trailing verdant light all the while. While this change of path will only be brief, it is long enough for the dragon to notice- his enemy's armor seems cracked. Perhaps a sign of shoddy craftsmanship, or perhaps it does not agree with one of the attacks being tossed around in this battle. A quick, nonverbal note to Jason marks it as a potential weak point.

But the dragon only streaks towards Retaliation for maybe a second, perhaps less. From the enemy's point of view, it would seem almost as if Mimring explodes, erupting into a violent discharge of raw lightning. In that split instant, the Thunderscale is no longer a sentient bolt of lightning: he is several. Multudinous arcs of electricity, each as deadly in potential as his initial electrical strike, all still carrying the brilliant emerald aura, burst from Mimring's position in what might appear to an observer as a meteor storm made from lightning bolts.

And, even now, as Mimring discharges all of his energy into this blitzkrieg of a gambit, he keeps one last trick. As plasma is essentially a hot soup of charged ions, the Faraday Cage becomes more of a lightningrod- while the Burning Sky Conflux tactic can be generally aimed, but is imprecise, this would normally afford an enemy slightly more of a chance to simply evade. But at a closer range, and with something so strongly conducting electricity to itself, whatever arcs pass near to the forcefield would be drawn to it like iron to a magnet. The emerald blaze surrounding the lightning bolts would eat away at the Subversion Field as surely as the Magma Blossoms eat away at the battlefield they strike. Perhaps not immediately break it, but how long can a single bubble of plasma hold up to a dozen shattering strikes?

Trusting to Mimring's ability to handle matters, Jason changes his physiology just enough to observe his surroundings as clearly as a hawk might. Though Mimring would surely vanish from visibility after his strike, to be replaced by a low buzzing hum in the general atmosphere, Jason senses the battle is not over yet and so must plan accordingly. Keeping to his cover, he sees a pillar somewhat closer to Retaliation- some forty feet away from his hiding spot- once the opportunity arises, surely he can slip by unnoticed and take the more advantageous position...