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Irral's Energy readings would likely be off the charts in a matter of seconds as his body continued to glow in Draconian Light. The Gold tainted with Purple swirled around his body in a flame, and he turned towards the incoming Aschen fleet slowly, lifting his chin to gaze upon the ships as he flapped his now proportionately sized wings, and lifted higher into the atmosphere to observe them closer. From behind the Shadow of his Helmet's view-port, Irral narrowed his eyes. These ships were weaponized, sure, but he sensed no anti-magical properties from them. At least, not enough to harm him, anyway.

Raising the point of his Lance to what he assumed would be the command ship based off his limited knowledge of Human (And otherwise) fleet tactics, he spoke. "You would be wise to turn around and leave while I do not deem you hostile." his voice boomed over the landscape, and likely, into the ears of the Aschen aboard the ship. He was using his magic to project his voice through most materials that lacked proper anti-magic insulation, or were too thin to protect against the sheer might of the sound-wave.