The Frost Demon Wyrm felt a shiver run down her spine, a sensation as cold as the ice she breathed.
Her mind raced back to the strange, biting pressure she had felt from the boy just moments ago. It was a subtle threat, like a hidden needle in a bale of cotton.
She looked at him again, measuring the distance between their strengths. She was a mountain of ice, and he was a mere pebble on the path.
No matter how much of a little monster he was, he could not knock her down alone. Even if the Yang Kings helped him, she knew those old foxes would never give their all.
They would keep their best moves hidden to save their own skins. She was sure that when it was all over,, she would be the one standing over their frozen bones.
