Sabine broke into a run to close distance with the crash-landed dragon. She had more warning for the next shout, which she drew up a ward against, though still had no idea what it would do. She stopped and braced herself in case it had force behind it.

When it washed over her ward, she was concerned by the way it was not absorbed like the other shouts. The dark magic instead drew pressure the other way. Her ward was being sapped of its power. A numbness in her fingers told of the effect sapping her strength as well.

Sabine kept her ward up and drew upon another spell in her other hand. A golden spell. She had to stave off the draining before acting further. It would take a moment that gave the dragon an opportunity to act.