05-29-2011, 04:56 PM
Draven took a few seconds to assess the dragon in front of him; he hoped that his idea would work. Taking his wand out of his robe pocket, Draven spoke the words of a spell.
"Serpentsortia!" A giant snake appeared; it was as black as coal with poisonous green eyes. A collective gasp arose from the crowd. Megaera leaned forward in her seat, her eyes shining as she realised what her son planned to do.
Draven spoke to the snake in Parseltongue, urging it to attack the dragon. It did so, and the dragon and the snake were soon locked in mortal combat. It was an even contest; the dragon might have been stronger, but the snake was quicker, and was able to avoid its enemy. Draven urged the snake not to harm the dragon, but to keep it busy and to wear it down, while aware that no-one watching would understand a word he was saying.