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The giant dragon crashed clumsily back to the ground, shrieking its protest. Its magics were rushed and mistargeted and ineffective. Its escape had failed, and it knew it. As it stretched out its neck along the ice, its open mouth giving a silent cry as its eyes focused on things beyond this realm, Alice remained on top of it making sure it was dead this time. From her vantage point, she could see that Mithias was free from his ice block which looked half melted behind him. He walked up to the dragon and quickly took advantage of its wounds. 

Dragon blood was a new one for the vampire, but his instincts told him it would sustain him. His strength returned, his mind cleared, and his mind-ward power and pyrokinesis were back to full strength. He was much relieved.

"Alice." Mithias said as he backed away from the dragon. Blood was on his chin and hands. "Let's go to your gods."