Sabine barely brought up a ward in time against the dragon's next shout. Even then, the ear-splitting shockwave physically exerted enough to send Sabine flying onto her back and knocking the wind out of her.

By the time she spun up to her feet and coughed her breath back, Sabine saw the dragon airborne. It was leaking blood from its pierced wing membranes. Still it lifted.

It was too big to force down with telekinesis. It would soon be moving too much to launch spells that did not travel as fast as lightning. Sabine neither could manage a powerful stream of lightning like Meesei could. She let magicka stream into her left hand as it swirled with a roiling mist. It gathered such power that it sprayed flecks of snow out from its spinning mass. Sabine pushed her palm forward and released a cone of dagger-sized, razor sharp ice shards speeding in a scatter up at the ascending dragon. Most would glance, more would hit.