[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=82ca9d]Sana[/color] & Epona[/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Hell Frozen Over
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Hypothermia And Something eying her like she is dinner
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	Chilled to the bone, Sana looked up slowly as the formerly red mist decided that she was it's target. She could ponder why but she knew, if the roles had been reversed she would have targeted the weakest to take out right then. It was simpler that way. She had cast, which was something she hated, but she could see how it would make her a target - she showed magic and magic was dangerous. To top it off her magic had caused her own damage, it was freezing her. Making her more susceptible and made her seem weaker than the rest. An Ice cannon; a big bang but that could crack under the pressure. 

	Yet, Sana was anything but weak. Granted her stubbornness to refuse to let herself black out was one thing but she had more working for her than that. She had endurance as well, something she had honed for years, but only time would tell if she could hold strong enough right then to keep herself from becoming a Hungry Mist's Frozen Dinner. Shaking, frosting over like a lake in the winter she tried. Attempting to draw her bow and a silver arrow from her quiver. To nock it into place. To draw back on the string and take aim towards the entity coming for her. To let it loose to tear through it. 

	Yet even if she was able to do that, those simple little things that she could normally perform in her sleep that felt more like moving mountains right then would it even help? Would a pure arrow of silver created by elves to take on the undead be any use on the monster before her? She didn't know because she had never faced something like this before but it was her best bet. At least for now. Epona stayed by her side, moving behind her and Ash, holding her own ground (and action) for now.