It takes a moment for Ahlydhian to recognize the burning sensation spreading through his arm -- poison! Not good, he thinks.
Drawing back from the Viper, he conjures a quick glamour to seal his arm above the elbow, slowing the poison's rush towards his heart. Even with this, I have at best minutes. I have to finish this quickly.
Dropping and tumbling away to his left, Ahlydhian throws his guitar towards his opponent to buy himself distance. Coming back to his feet, he takes quick stock of his position. Guitar gone, Chimaera gone, right arm useless. Grimly, he sets himself.
"So, the Viper reveals her fangs. Well done - now let's step things up a level, shall we?"
Reaching out with his mind and his will as he speaks, he harnesses the ambient energies in the room, and binds them. In the span of a moment, the environment changes. The light fades, casting all into shadow, as the room begins to spin slowly clockwise, and tilt towards an angle. Vague shapes begin to appear, drifting about and emitting horrifying moans.
In the now-shrouded room, Ahlydhian's fey blood gives him an edge, as he sifts effortlessly between reality and illusion. Though the strain of maintaining the magic without his guitar for focus limits him, he is sure the trade off is in his favor.
The lightning demolishes the ocean; redirects the touch of the horn!