The same tendril that had been in his chest a moment ago strikes as the red dragon jumps further towards the middle of the room, but the shadowy wisps he has wrapped around himself aren't even needed, as the attack swings well away from him. Almost embarrassingly so.

Clearing a non-existent throat, the void in the center of the room mutters something about not even being worth hitting.

OOC: So... given that you saw it try and attack Bob earlier, you are aware that this thing has longer than average reach for its size. It just barely missed him. Your new location is still within its reach at this point. Let me know if you'd like to switch where you moved to.