Winter had come to Hollow Bastion, bringing bewilderment to the old and excitement to the young. Snowflakes of the purest white coated the structures that formed the once great city, temperatures sinking to a chilly but reasonable cold that would not cause great harm to those in poverty. 

A woman of immaculate physical beauty was traveling along the backstreets. Dressed in a wool coat that was as white as the snow falling to the ground, the individual’s pale legs were perfectly revealed beneath it. Shapely as her figure was, the temperature of the world as it was now should have brought some harsh discomfort to the ordinary individuals of the world, but this woman was not ordinary. 

And she was after someone. 

Halting once she found a lead on her target, she planted her brown boots on the ground firmly. Instantaneously her body had shifted into a thousand petals of white before traveling skyward, only to reform at the site of a recently ruined warehouse. From there she formed herself, standing casually as her target raced forward. Upon seeing her again, the target turned to flee once again, but was quickly halted as a brewing storm had encircled both the target and the pursuer in this zone. 

[b]“Okay, that’s enough of that shit, I’m tired of following you now.”[/b] Mumbled Yoko, her deep blue eyes offering no hint of patience. Brushing back her white fringe, her attention was brought to the targets left arm, having turned discolored after their brief encounter several minutes prior to this moment. Still, her amusement was draining, and it was time to get underway with what this was really about.[b] “Look, I said I was going to kill you, so we’re doing this now. You never had a chance to outrun me, I’m pretty much Death.”[/b] Her eyes narrowed and she looked off to her left. [b]“Okay, his daughter, but still, second coming and all.”[/b]

[b]“Why are you trying to kill me!?”[/b] Shouted Mikuru over the roar of the storm, clutching onto her frozen arm uselessly. She had lost feeling in it since their first clash. She had managed to cast her ability on Yoko, but Yoko won in the long run. [b]“I didn’t do anything to you!”[/b]

[b]“Because it’s hilarious to me.”[/b] Yoko replied plainly, stepping closer to Mikuru and sending chills of fear and bitter cold down her spine even further. Mikuru flinched and tried to step back, but it was even colder behind her than it was near Yoko herself. Going through this barrier would mean she’d die, and facing Yoko was her only option. Either way, she was fucked.[b] “Well, okay, maybe not just that. Hold on.” [/b]Yoko paused, retrieving a small slip of paper from her coat pocket. Unfolding it, she casually looked over the contents and began to read to Mikuru. [b]“Yoko, I had Pepper write this down in case you managed to forget your task. Maintain discretion, don’t show off ...blah blah blah …oh, here: Start with ‘Mikuru’ and work your way up as you feel necessary, don’t interact with the active members of the Empire if it can be helped. There!” [/b]

[b]“That doesn’t explain anything!”[/b] Mikuru cried

[b]“Explaining things to someone who’s already dead is a waste of my precious time, and you’ve already wasted enough.”[/b] Yoko peered up at Mikuru, then back down at her notes, appearing unimpressed.Within the notes was a detailed list of what Mikuru could do, and none of it was going to make her an entertaining foe. [b]“Oh, you’re one of [i]those[/i] people. Speed, boring, but you’re not outrunning the cold. So that leaves you with …increased physical strength, which won’t matter because I’ll freeze you to death if you come that close. You can use that defense spell thing but you can’t defend from the cold, not like my power is based on magic anyway. Your attempt at halting my movements was your best shot, but as you can see it cost you an arm. Knowing anything about me is useless because you’re dead so Libra or whatever is out of the picture, aaaaaaand lastly we have some darkness spell that you can’t use right now.”[/b] Folding the note and pocketing it again, Yoko shrugged her shoulders. [b]“You’re dead, yeah, no getting around it. So just expose your neck and I’ll make this quick for you.”[/b]

[b]“L-Like hell!”[/b] Mikuru argued, although without the use of her dominant arm she was left in a poor position. What could she do?

[b]“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re moaning too much.”[/b] Yoko yawned quietly and raised her right arm, index finger pointed towards Mikuru. [b]“Between you and me I was going to sleep with you first, but something told me you’d be a pretty lousy fuck. And you’re whining so much that I’ve reconsidered using my blade. It’s over now, Ciao~”[/b]

[b]“What—“[/b]

The storm that surrounded them and repelled all citizens had collapsed onto Mikuru in an instant, enveloping her in the unforgiving grasp of death’s frigid embrace. It was quick and painless, and although the rushing wind and snow had ceased once Mikuru was covered, all it left was a frozen statue that encased the girl within, a last look of horror on her face. The falling snow around Hollow Bastion had ceased, Yoko’s hunt concluded soundly, but at least the good people could enjoy a little snow in the middle of spring. Approaching the statue with a smirk, she flicked it with her finger, and immediately it had collapsed into diamond dust without a trace of Mikuru to remain. 

[b]“Alright, who was next again?” [/b]