Your rage means nothing to me, the Ghost-Fire type's dancing flame and mocking yellow eyes seemed to taunt from the shadows. He flung another round of Flame Burst at the oncoming dragon-shaped attack; if it worked, the Dratini's rage would dissipate or explode for a nice show along with his flame, letting loose little sparks that would splash everywhere that could hit his opponent (whatever would happen to Dragon Rage didn't matter anyway; Flame Burst would explode on contact). Oh, how clever of him! He hoped Raiza was watching down below. Back down on the field, Raiza squinted her eyes, looking into the sphere of ghostly ghostliness that was Lucifer's continuing Night Shade. For most of the time, she didn't have to tell her baby what to do. Aqua Jet, however, would be a concern. "Lucifer, sweetie, when Flame Burst hits, draw back Night Shade quickly!" The sudden dazzle of sunlight combined with the light that would come from Flame Burst impacting with Dragon Rage ought to momentarily blind Liona so he can get out of the way and finish her off.