Niv-Mizzet vs. Witch Maw Nephilim

She felt a wave of roughly similar sentiment from the dragon himself. The Izzet guildmaster hurled a shot of flame at the tail-mouth, enveloping the nephilim in dragon fire. The eyeless monster wailed pitiably inside the blast, then hunched all four spindly limbs. It launched directly upward, on a collision course with Niv-Mizzet, dripping blazing chunks of oily, melting skin on the ruined buildings below.

Niv-Mizzet was not waiting around to be tackled, and looped around the burning creature. As it shot past, he raked it across the back, opening three grievous wounds and tearing out a good many spiked vertebrae that rained, clattering, to the ground. The flames had burned themselves out when it somehow landed on all four hand-feet in a crouch, charred, smoldering, and furious. The dragon extinguished that fury with another sustained blast of superheated pyromanic flames that reduced the facing half of the nephilim to white-hot cinders in seconds. The remaining half collapsed, twitching, against the last remaining part of Baroness Karlov’s new mansion.

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Dissension, Chapter 3