Compared to the Martial Soul Body that was in shambles, the Ruined Dragon King, Dorothy's appearance was much better at this mont.
Her height had soared from the original 175 centiters to about two and a half ters, but her body clad in dragon scales remained proportional—neither overly muscular nor bulky, and she still moved with elegance and agility.
Beyond the scales covering her body, her limbs showed significant signs of dragonization. The scales on her forearms hardened imnsely, with bone spurs like daggers at her elbows, and her hands had turned into Dragon Claws with chillingly sharp nails.
Her legs were much like her arms, with the dragon scales starting halfway up her shapely thighs and becoming armor-like. There were bone spurs at her knees, and the scale Armor on her calves were even thicker, as if she were wearing greaves.
As for her feet, what used to be delicate and small had now beco lethal weapons, complete with retractable, sword-like bone blades at the heels. (This is a reference to the Sky Feather Combat Armor's Foot Blades from 'Senki Zesshou Symphogear'.)
Behind her, a thick and powerful Dragon's Tail lay on the ground, serpentine but with sharp bone swords and spurs at its tip.
However, compared to her body that was clearly a killing machine, the Dragon Maiden's face wasn't as exaggerated. There were only so fine scales on her cheeks and atop her head were Crown-style Dragon Horns identical to Mother Superior's. The two main horns sprouted from her forehead towards the back of her head, with other smaller horn-like fragnts forming a natural crown.
"Tsk, Fafnir, you really need to grow up fast. I always feel a bit guilty, like I'm wearing underage Battle Armor into battle," Dorothy whispered as she looked down at her combat stance, feeling sowhat helpless.
At this mont, almost the entirety of her Battle Robe was composed of her own dragon scales. In other words, she was practically naked, which was quite awkward, although Great Dragons didn't wear clothes either.
As for Fafnir's Battle Robe, the only real armor she had was a bit of a breastplate in front and a ragged skirt around her waist.
There was no helping it, Fafnir was still only a two-month old child.
Dorothy too wished for the sense of security that ca with Heavy Armor like Senior Mia's, but Fafnir just wasn't capable of that yet.
Of course, while the Armored Beast was still young, it wasn't limited to turning into an ani-ga-style skimpy three-point battle armor. Dorothy's current plight was primarily because she'd utilized Fafnir's power elsewhere beyond her normal body.
Woosh...
Behind the Dragon Witch, a pair of huge Dragon's Wings with a wingspan of nearly ten ters unfurled. The wings' edges were as sharp as knives, and a layer of seemingly delicate armor covered the wing mbranes and bones.
The bulk of Fafnir's power had gone into these wings, which were now the strongest aspect of Dorothy's defensive power.
In the hands of the Dragon Witch, Buster had reverted to its original form as a Magic Wand. The three-ter-long Cross Coronet Staff might have seed too long originally, but now it was just the right size and quite comfortable to hold.
With that, the gear was in place for both parties, and a great battle was about to explode the next mont.
"The wind cos," announced Dorothy, lifting her Kitty Staff without any courtesy and whispering softly.
This wasn't any grand spell; in fact, at her level of understanding, there was no longer any need to stick to any fixed spells.
It was like a Sword Immortal not needing to cling to fixed swordsmanship routines.
As the newly-erged Spell Master and the renowned Witch of the Forest, Dorothy's grasp of spells had reached the essence of Magic itself, which was that belief in one's heart is one's magic. Spells below the status of a Forbidden Curse were re trifles for her to conjure.
Unfortunately, this was of little use, for regardless of her high comprehension of spells and her vast knowledge, Dorothy simply didn't have the Magic Power to truly turn this knowledge into strength.
She was much like Miss Wang from a novel she read in a previous life, who, despite her extensive theoretical martial knowledge, was physically weak.
Only with sufficient Magic Power could her talents as a Spell Master be transford into actual strength. Otherwise, they were as hollow as her divine words, only good for performing a Trick.
But now...
This ti, the randomly selected Arena map was a mountain range, with Dorothy and Senior Mia each standing on the peaks of two mountains, far apart from each other.
However, as the Hobody Witch raised her Magic Wand, a sudden wind arose out of nowhere, turning a casual breeze into a brutal gale in an instant.
The sudden gale howled through the mountains, with the vegetation trembling fiercely, and any that tried to resist the wind were sliced by invisible blades, granted eternal quiet.
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And over on the opposite hillside, Senior Mia remained standing firm amidst the sudden, life-like brutal wind, which hid her eyes beneath her thick helt, widened in awe.
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