[Parting Ways]

Jazirian shrugs as he listens to the information. The numbing gas was interesting. Jazirian possessed a poisonous weapon of his own, though his put people to sleep. Also there was the fire breath. Being a flyer was certain to give him a natural advantage over a burrower on the surface - though of course if the thing went to ground, they'd pretty much be in stalemate, neither being able to touch the other. All-in-all, he doesn't expect too much of a challenge.

He keeps quiet at the moment, running a hand over the hilt of his sword. He's not sure how much he wants to reveal to his companions until they get closer to the actual fight, though of course he would have to do so eventually.