"Mystic turtle spirit armor, guard me."
Seeing the blood-colored dragon about to rush towards her, Kameda shouted loudly, then retracted her hands and limbs into her body full of fat, turning herself into a round, fleshy battlecart.
Her fat suddenly hardened and vaguely took the form of a turtle shell.
At the moment the turtle shell materialized, the blood-colored dragon crashed into it. The sharp dragon horn collided with the hard turtle shell, producing a sound that echoed through the night sky.
The shockwave from their clash radiated in all directions, blowing the nearby samurai and captive villagers off balance.
Fortunately, everyone was a witch. If it were fragile mortals here, the remaining shock could have shattered them.
Luckily, the clash quickly resolved, as the scarlet dragon suddenly raised its head, and the sharp dragon horn tilted upward, causing the sturdy turtle shell to produce cracking sounds and then lift into the air.
