She twisted through the sky, twirling with the two scrolls through winter air. It was freezing, but she didn't stop. The smoky dragons that were the spirit of the scrolls emerged, joining her in her flight. She froze at the high point of her flight, hovering over the earth, fitting in perfectly with the landscape of the sky.
And she exhaled, cloudy air spewing from her mouth before she began her attack.
One though hit me as the metal started to rain down on me, before I went into my ultimate defense. She was a dragon. She was my dragon.