Since Do'rhajul and Yerig had been batted away by the dragon's tail, with unknown injuries, Sabine was, for at least a moment, facing down the dragon alone. The beast, though he was taking the battle seriously, was still confident. At least, until Sabine released her spell. The icy spear was deceptive in its strength. It was not a large, overwhelming spell, but the magic concentrated within the ice spike was enough to split apart even a dragon's scales. The spell hit the top of the dragon's head at an angle, cutting a long gash from between his eyes to the back of his head. It did not quite have the power to break through the dragon's exceptionally tough skull, but it was clear from the dragon's roar of pain that even he had been surprised by the damage it caused. Blood poured from the wound down the side of the dragon's head; although, something the size of a dragon had a lot of blood to lose. 

What was more, the dragon was close enough to Sabine to be caught within the intense blizzard she had summoned around herself soon after. The dragon could feel his very bones start to chill, and even the blood from his open wound started to freeze. He had already survived far more direct damage than any normal opponent, but even a dragon was not invincible. Sabine would be able to hear more, heavy steps from the dragon, but this time moving away from her as he tried to get away from the blizzard. It would be difficult to see through the frost, but she would be able to hear his shout: [i]"Yol-Toor-Shul"[/i]. Following the words came an intense and forceful wave of fire through the ice, towards Sabine. His change of tactics showed that her magic was strong enough to keep even a dragon at bay, and perhaps that he did not yet understand how the staff could turn his own magic against him.