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"Someone from the Artic," Ayeka says as the wind swirls around her. She notices the sword in the girl's hand. Ayeka freezes the sword and shatters it. "If you don't let go, your arm is going to be next." She notices another girl dress in leather smoking a cigreete, she guess this chick may give her a helping handfter all.