The Hydra stood up on all fours and now they could see all seven of its heads.
The seven Hydra heads loomed overhead, each one covered in shining blue scales that seemed crystalline.
Its eyes were icy, piercing blue, and each head exhaled a cold mist that traveled in the air.
Sharp and pointed horns followed on its head, and its thick muscular tails snapped behind it, cracking the ground.
"This is not what I expected," the dwarf grumbled, gripping his hammer.
"Why couldn't we have a good normal dragon?"
"I don't think it makes any difference, but dragons are stronger than Hydras" The Harpy spoke.
"Yes, it might be easier for a dragon to kill a Hydra, but would it be easy for us?" Xavier replied.
"It's an ice Hydra," Sylve said.