Mimi transformed into an exact copy of the rust dragon and charged straight at it. Several stray quicksilver bullets hit her, but were reflected by the thick scales of her current form.
Ginevra continued her own battle unharmed, too. Any stray bullets that flew near were by that point slow enough for her to dodge. With a corner of her eye, she saw that Cael kept moving despite the wound he suffered.
Although she felt a twinge of worry for him, in the rest of her heart was only the unbreakable assurance that Cael will defeat even this undoubtedly formidable opponent. So Ginevra could focus all her attention on the golden dragon.
He was slightly problematic. The dragon matched Ginevra's ice spell one to one, and as soon as the raised steam went down a little, breathed out again—but this time, out of its maw flew out a blast of freezing air.
i think mouth farts were a stroke of pure genius from my side and i deserve headpats for that