Without even chanting a single word, the silver head terrorist slowly reconstructed the rigid glaciers- gradually breaking down its molecular structure, sculpturing it, and molding it into the form of a dragon.
First, there was the wings- long, spanning the width of twenty men.
Then there was the head- gnarly, like a statue.
As the tail emerged, and as it flapped its wings, the uncomfortable screeching sound broke through the air, as the monstrosity shot right at Mrs. Russell. With the way it raged at her with a clear homicidal intent, anyone would have wondered if this was a practice match- or a duel to the death.
It was fast.
Lightning fast.
With its massive head and thick long neck, leading the attack, its streamlined form raced horizontally through the void towards the blond woman.
