Sabine was granted the time she needed by her companions. She strode towards the dragon, charging between her hand and the head of the Staff of Magnus another biting mass of swirling frost. She did not release it in the same way as before. She held it and lent it more power. Focussed on the dragon, she waited for just the right opportunity.

If the dragon exposed its maw, to shout or to bite again, Sabine had ready a large icy spear to shoot into its throat.