[With his back to the other fight and his attention focused on the still-snapping jaws and fiery torrent in front of him, A'kin has even less warning when the white dragon attacks. Eyes wide with fear, he sharply angles the direction of his flight, tries to teleport to safety, but too late. The blast catches him solidly across his torso and he drops out of the air with an inhuman howl, the freezing pain rattling his grip on his spells.
The fiend lands roughly, breathing in ragged, uneven pants as the chill air sears his throat and lungs. Every limb, every nerve is in agony; every little movement bringing a fresh jolt of pain. His vision is already starting to blur and fade around the edges when the black dragon explodes a few seconds later.]
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The fiend lands roughly, breathing in ragged, uneven pants as the chill air sears his throat and lungs. Every limb, every nerve is in agony; every little movement bringing a fresh jolt of pain. His vision is already starting to blur and fade around the edges when the black dragon explodes a few seconds later.]