It's time that the big man does not have. Wrathion spins away from the scythe, behind Zenos to kick viciously at the bend of the former prince's knee. The gaff isn't much, but he reverses it to slam it against the back of Zenos' head and push the big man into an inelegant sprawl.

Or so he hopes.

None of these injuries are debilitating or permanent, but if they infuriate beyond all reason? Well. Then his objective is...mostly accomplished. No need to rest on his laurels, though. Time to move.

Zenos is a hunter. Despite being blinded, he can hear Wrathion's footsteps moving away. Not departing truly--the gaff scrapes, there's a sharp, exhaled breath as though one of exertion, and the sound of a body moving. The former Garlean prince can figure this out easily. The dragon is climbing again.