Drin's response to the blade was about as elegant as could be expected from somebody in his state. The juggernaut shifted his weight, swung his arm to block it with his spiked gauntlets, and launched himself forward, right shoulder first. Worse, his mouth opened and heat rose up from the back of his throat, as if he were preparing to spit fire.... though nothing came out. Drin's savage and triumphant bellow turned to a curse as he realized he was completely out of fire.