[i][color=#CD7F32]How dare you![/color][/i]

Mimring's thought shoots through Jason's mind in an indignant surge of warmth, not directed at his master but at his enemy. A proud dragon's wrath at their enemy so much at aiming his staff at Jason, a clear marker of hostile intent drawing the dragon's ire. Without prompting he adjusts course to shoot straight for the night-colored drake. The fact that the duo made the first hostile actions doesn't matter- the very action of this enemy even threatening to attack Jason is enough to send Mimring into protective indignation. This insurgent will regret the moment he so much as pointed his staff at Mimring's master, when his blood drains into the Nile and turns the river red--

Before Mimring even reaches Jason his form seems to burst once again, surging with a bright aura of heat as if in an attack, but it becomes clear this is not the case. Instead of lightning shooting wildly into the surrounding air, the electricity seems aimed more directly towards Jason, encircling and embracing him defensively. In an instant the draconic lightning streak becomes brilliantly pristine golden armor that covers the Darkwing Firedrake almost completely-- almost. At a glance it's impossible to tell if this is only a partial suit of armor or if pieces are missing, but most notably sections of the tail, limbs, and face lack armor, an open-faced helm crowning the top of his skull and cascading into aureate plates that protect his neck, main body, and joints. This armor continues down his spine until his first tail ring, not even sparing his dorsal membrane which lies pressed between his back and the armor itself.

The armor exudes a bright orange-red aura even before it fully forms, raising the surrounding temperatures considerably despite Jason only just releasing his own torrent of azure fire. Even the frigid and brittle air would be at least delayed, combating against a constantly-produced layer of fire's heat. The sudden movement and action from Mimring sends off an instinctive danger alarm over their shared minds, and Jason reactively beats his wings hard to gain height, potentially carrying him out of Clarence's initial targeting line. Shining armor not inhibiting his movements, the Darkwing's flames continue to blast forth from his maw even as the two seek out a more strategic location.

The two take precious instants to collect themselves even while watching their enemy like a hawk. The harsh air is going to be a problem sooner or later, even with the both of them being warmed by the Spectrum Aura. And the man is gathering more cold-fire to likely attack once more, to see if one or the other can power through an attack on opposite ends of the heat spectrum and overtake the enemy. Is this a risk Jason is willing to take, though?

Mimring's attention is drawn slightly away by the rumbling of the chamber itself.

Perhaps it's time to break the ancient resting place of these silent spirits of the sand open and ascend into the sky.