[ Mordremoth's true weakness, both fortunately and unfortunately, doesn't apply in this situation. That leaves them with little choice but to attack it directly, for better or for worse.

Luckily, they have that.

Trahearne leaps forward as Alastor blasts out the fire of eldritch symbols, arcs of pure white lightning streaming from the tip of his flaming blade as he whirls into position. The attacks merge, swirling around each other, the combined energies hitting Mordremoth square in his massive face.

The dragon growls in discontentment again, this time its gaze turning to look at Trahearne. ]

I think it's going to try and slam us again. [ There's no way to actually tell, but it's a hunch. He whips out his hand and points to the opposite end of the platform. ] Let's split up, and attack it with everything we have when it comes down again!