"Blue fire burns the hottest," Kimberly growled as her hair turned as blue as her fire, "What will you do now?"
The Cold Death kicked upward, a blade of fire emerging from her leg. "You're all fire and heat, explosions but with no control. You lack finesse, girl. If we keep fighting, I'll end up killing you."
She lowered her leg to the ground as the air around her cooled. The red scales around her body shifted back to white and her aura turned into that of a white dragon.
Kimberly could hear several deep voices cheering, an orchestra of drums and roars shaking the air. The Cold Death's aura turned as cold as ice, the air around her turned liquid and the ground cried beneath her feet from the cold.
Waving her hand across the air, she froze it into a long sharp sword. As The Cold Death opened her pale dead eyes, the air escaping from her lips froze into chunks of ice and fell to the ground.
