Talashia swore under her breath, and stepped lively to keep up with the drake. Her ability to project lightning had certain...issues with range. Too far, and she couldn't control it anymore, letting it arc wildly into whatever was handy.
Once again, blue-white fire shrieks between her fingers, then leaps out at the drake! The moisture in the swamp though makes it very hard to direct the current...it keeps getting drawn off course to ground out in the tall, wet reeds!
"You have to be KIDDING me!" she shouts, now thoroughly enraged.
(Moving to keep about 30' away, then firing! Argh, rolled with the wrong bonus. But still...doesn't matter. I'm really starting to hate the die roller on Enworld though. Really really really.)