The golden ring on David's wrist, a gift from Shalaina, trembled once again as Magic Power gathered.
A layer of Petrification Armor quickly condensed around him.
He stood firm as hail battered against him with crisp, sharp sounds, then froze into solid ice. He made no attempt to dodge.
As the ice accumulated, growing larger, he soon resembled a small iceberg plummeting from the sky.
The low-flying White Dragon panicked at this sight. She feared she had struck too hard, dazing the other dragon before he could even react. She immediately took a deep breath, attempting to use her Frost Dragon's Breath to slow the other dragon's seemingly uncontrolled nosedive.
