A light-blue-haired lady was at the farthest away from the dragon, commanding and sending waves of ice to displace the dragon, as it evaded some and crushed many quickly.
She was the greatest asset of the battle, effectively delaying their defeat with every move she made.
She stood at the rear, her light blue hair whipping in the wind as she wove spell after spell with practiced precision.
Each wave of frost she sent forth forced the dragon to adjust its positioning, buying precious seconds for her companions to regroup and strike.
Her pale violet dress fluttered around her slender form, and her movements were dance-like, graceful and deliberate despite the chaos surrounding her.
Alongside the Amazon, there was a slender and short woman with massive breasts, dressed in fur-lined top and hairy, loose lower half, completed with big boots.
She moved with supernatural speed for someone so compact, her powerful frame moving her across the battlefield in quick, decisive bursts.
