One guard lies smashed against a cold, stone wall, crimson blood smearing from his fingertips onto the creamy white cobblestone. Far in the background, city residents flee for their lives to the slim protection of the city walls. The winter-white dragon with its back full of ice-needle spikes and malevolent, glowing red eyes, cares only for its foe, and bellows an icy shout, heedless of the fiery spirit summoned nearby. In the foreground the hero crouches, shield raised high and pulsing with an inner light that matches the slim sword held in the other hand. Her hair, half-cape, and ruby colored sash billow back with the force of the dragon's wrath, but she is stalwart, gaze locked with the enormous beast.