The dragon beast, its frustration mounting, unleashed a devastating wave of ice magic. The air shimmered, and a massive ice construct, shaped like a colossal fist, slammed down towards the prince. The sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave through the ice, cracking the surface and sending shards flying.
The prince, however, had already moved. He had used the moment of the beast's attack to propel himself forward, his blade leaving a trail of crimson light as he closed the distance. He was now within striking range, the scent of the beast's icy breath and the metallic tang of its draconic blood filling his senses.
"Now," he whispered, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Let's see how well your ice protects your underbelly." He aimed his blade, the crimson aura around it intensifying, ready to strike.