Issun hopped about excitedly along the Wolf's spine. "Oi! Is he a dragon?!" Amaterasu shook her head. "He is a cursed monk. Perhaps fire spells are merely his specialty." She watched as his second attack melted away all signs of the Blizzard. After the last bit of frost dissipated, she would rush forward. While she ran, a trail of leaves and long grass was kicked up behind her. "I leave the mallet in your care, Issun." The flea-sized artist was more than happy to hear this. "Really?! Alright, time to cut lizard boy down to size!"