While he had decided not to participate directly in the battle, (well, there were rather a lot of brawny, combat-happy lunatics in the vicinity just now) Even knew that he could be of more help than just adding his defensive capabilities when the thing decided that burning everything was the order of the day.

As such, he stepped forward, into the throat proper, and concentrated his magic. The distance made the manoeuvre difficult, but if he could pull it off, it would give the thing pause. Assuming it had a largely undefended underside, anyway. Monsters, as a general rule, had softer, squishier underbellies, though this one was old enough to have developed some defence there too, he didn't doubt.

It was worth having a go. There was really nothing to lose if it just smashed through, considered it a mild annoyance, or melted them. There was no reason not to try, he decided. The only problem was doing it without hitting the others. That could be difficult.

With the flick of a wrist, when the others were largely out of the way, defending or otherwise charging their own attacks, Even bent to press a palm to the wet floor and sent a spire of Ice up underneath the wyrm.