Bing no longer relied on brute force. Gone were the massive swipes of her claws or the crushing weight of her dragon form. Now, her attacks were precise, calculated. She barely seemed to exert effort as she moved, and that made her all the more dangerous. Thin, razor-sharp blades of ice formed in her hands with a flick of her wrist, moving faster than Lucan's eyes could follow. Each step she took was a deadly dance, her icy projectiles cutting through the air with a speed that sent chills down Lucan's spine.