The Battle of Death Mountain: Gamma

[Harry Dresden]

Harry was going to have a hard time restraining the Winter mantle during this particular fight. Overwhelming odds, battling creatures of heat and flame, and no Laws of Magic for Harry to root himself on? Yeah, that was a trick that he wasn't sure how to pull, but thankfully, it had a fairly simple solution. He didn't restrain himself, for once. This wasn't killing, this was cleanup duty. Dragons weren't just a glaring exception to the Laws, they were a major power of Evil unto themselves, at least in his world. These dragons were helping terrorize an entire Verse, so Harry assumed the same rules applied. Namely, if you can kill them without dying, do it.

Harry dropped his blasting rod into his pocket and poured magic into his ice wall, re-freezing the melting portions, before shifting his concentration to another pair of evocations in rapid succession. With a shouted "Forzare!" and a sweep of his staff, Harry batted away a couple of the smaller drakes from himself with a sphere of force. Then, he reached for the Winter power, pulled it forward, and clenched the fist that had previously held the blasting rod. The wall shattered.

Reaching out with his connection to the ice, Harry worked his second major spell of the day. The wizard's staff slammed into the crust of ash covering the mountainside with a sharp crack, and with a cry of "Arctispinae!", Harry refroze the spiraling fragments of ice into spears before launching them at some of the larger members of Volvagia's horde with a grand sweep of his hand, the sheer might of Winter not requiring the aid of a focus for something as fundamental as unleashing pain and death on one's foes. The wizard slumped slightly, conjuring a shield from his bracelet to try and block some of the horde's onslaught but mainly trusting to his comrades to draw some of the enemy aggression.