Magnus regards his arm with a laugh even as he grabs a sword from his belt and swings with such force that he slices through his opponents tail, severing it. He stands and reveals that there is nothing in his chest plate, or is there? A flash of flesh or maybe just the imagination.

"It took you long enough foolish dragon. You do not even realize what I am, you have done what I desired. You claim to be cunning yet you fall so easily into rage. You can't even withstand harsh words without losing your temper. Hahahaha. Fool, you think you can hurt me! Tearing off my arm is nothing!"

Even as he speak he whips the severed tail off his neck, back at the being. Even as he does this a movement can be seen for his torn arm has begun to skitter back to him like a spider, it quickly reattaches itself to him.

"Care to try again worm?"