Short, sharp horns curved backward, black tinged with red. Neatly cropped brown hair framed a pair of sharp eyes that also glowed red. When she grew angry, more scales appeared on her face and her horns lengthened slightly, though the changes were less obvious against her blue-gray skin. Her arms were powerful, the lines of her muscles swelling abruptly as she squeezed the axe's long haft.
She had a distinctive beauty and a fierce presence.
Ruger looked at the horns, then at the Long-Handled Battle Axe.
He suspected that the well-balanced axe, with its similar color and the fluctuations it gave off as it trembled, had been made from her own dragon horns. Of course, she might have paid magic stones to have a wizard skilled in alchemy craft it.
Mona was right. This might not be an ordinary Dragonkin, but a Dragonkin Hybrid.
Before she grew angry, the Dragonkin Girl had shown relatively few draconic traits. More emerged once her temper flared, much as a Bloodline Wizard's bloodline traits became more pronounced when they lost control and their bloodline power devoured their reason.
Ruger raised his brows slightly. The male wizard was deliberately slowing his casting.
But as the spell took effect, a ring that seemed to be the beginnings of a magic array slowly appeared in midair. It gradually took shape, bringing with it more spell fluctuations.
"Twelve thousand and ninety! That's your new name! It'll be your surname, carved into your forehead and your gravestone!" The Dragonkin Girl gripped her axe with both hands, its long haft creaking in her grasp.
Ruger rubbed his chin. He had been watching the spell the male wizard was casting all along.
It was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Until he made out the spell's general effects and the ring appearing in