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[b]Uchima Senior High - Another Hallway, 2nd Floor, Classroom Building???[/b]

[right][i]Finally.[/i][/right]

It was a [url=https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/megamitensei/images/9/9c/Clotho2.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20080708181634]woman[/url].

Clad from neck downwards in the purest of white, she rose into the air in an ethereal, clear light. A body, breathtakingly beautiful, as if a goddess had descended upon the catwalk. A grey garment, made up of interlocking lines, crested her waist, obscuring those pale-covered legs. Gloves of black velvet marked her hands, and in one rested a spindle that seemed to roll out a dark length for eternity.

Golden hair, tied into complex knots and braids and buns, carefully enwreathed a golden face, and above that perfectly-crafted nose was a simple mask of white. It sat there, hiding the skin around her soft eyes from outside view. Conservatively protecting her beauty.

Clotho of the Moirae.

She who span the thread of human life.

She hovered above Jin. As if to declare that it was yet their time.

That their foe would not take them today.

She gazed upon that foe.

The frost retreated.

A humanoid figure, faceless, assembled from pieces upon pieces of shards of ice.

The frost became it.

Then ...

- it shattered.

And the floor was snow.

Clotho faded.

And only Jin Takahashi remained.

Their wounds had lessened. They would not die.

Yet the pain remained. And the damage could not be so easily ignored. Cuts were healed, but broken bones had not been set. Organs were no longer punctured, but muscles remained torn. Jin was alive, but they were still in a situation most dire.

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[b]Uchima Senior High - A Hallway, 2nd Floor, Classroom Building???[/b]

The samurai had made no move to follow, merely watching as Ryoma and Ai fled from it. And soon, it seemed to disappear into the darkness behind them, waiting for the clock to tick down to the end of those five minutes. They were alone once more, turning a corner into a hallway where their hunter did not seem present. Gasping for short breaths now that they had escaped the first hurdle in their survival.

Yet that did not mean they were free.

"W-what do we do?" asked Ai, her voice clouded with worry, tone with an undercurrent of panic as adrenaline rushed through her. She had not let go of Ryoma's hand. "Should we hide? Where do we run?"

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[b]Uchima Senior High - Hallway Outside Newspaper Clubroom, Practice Building???[/b]

[url=https://youtu.be/XyzD044nZ4I]Fire met the oozing black in a rush of heat and light -[/url]

And the creature hissed, retreating a step. Yet the tentacle, slightly singed, was unharmed. The gears whirred as it sloshed through the air, retreating into the shadowy mass that was its strange torso. The insectoid eyes all moved as one. All gazed upon the manifestation of Prospero.

Judging.

Though Yuuhei's attack had done little to the beast, it stepped forward with clacking pistons, heavy footsteps pulsing against wood. Its rotting arms seemed to tense, the visible, purple muscles that coiled within the dessicated, powerful limbs shuddering with every forward motion.

It would kill him first.

[center][B][I]MYRKÁLFR[/I][/B]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Ice, Wind, Water
[b]Resistances:[/b] Fire, Earth, Strike[/CENTER]

Machinery screamed.

It charged and swung its massive fist towards Yuuhei's head.

It would [i][b]pulp[/b][/i] him.