The two forces collided.
Fire and Ice warred in a violent explosion, shaking the land for miles.
Waves of heat and frost surged outward, carving deep scars into the earth and sky.
Through the mist of clashing elements, Taufik shot forward again, his movements impossibly fast.
He slashed upward.
The katana roared with power, and Earth Magic burst forth, shattering the frozen ground beneath Wyrmheart into a spiked forest of stone, jagged spears lunging for the Dragon's armored belly.
He slashed downward.
A howl filled the air as Wind Magic erupted from the blade, birthing blades of compressed air that screamed toward Wyrmheart, tearing and shredding at his ancient scales.
He spun the katana in a wide arc.
Fire Magic flared to life, the blade igniting with a brilliant, furious glow.
From the spinning motion, chains of fire leaped upward, dancing into the sky like living serpents, lashing at the Dragon's massive wings with relentless fury.
