Ridan watched as the dragon began to glow.
"Oh crap... now she's serious."
"What do you mean she's serious?" Hazuki asked.
"She's transforming to her original form."
"Huh? You mean her dragon form isn't her real form?"
"That's just a dragon form. Ancient dragons are different from regular dragons."
Hazuki glanced toward the glowing dragon.
The massive, icy beast shrank rapidly, scales retracting and wings folding inward until, standing before them, was a small girl—petite, with tiny dragon horns on her head and silver-white hair that shimmered in the cold air.
"Wooo~" Hazuki grinned. "All I see is a shortie."
"Oi! Don't say shortie!"
"Why? What will she d—"
Before Hazuki could finish, a fist slammed into his face.
He flew backward several meters and landed hard in the snow.
Hazuki sat up, shaking snow from his hair.
"Oi, Ridan!"
"What!?" Ridan shouted back.
"That shortie is strong!" Hazuki rubbed his aching cheek.
