[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=red][b]Merge Rate:[/b][/color] 22% [/h3][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Location[/color]: Frozen Highlands - Snowdin ~ Snowfield[/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b]Level 8[/b][/color] - (70/80) + 1 [/center]

[center]Word Counter: 512 [/center]
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Linkle sprinted through the snow, only occasionally throwing glances back at the Stanger as he gained ground on her. As they ran she kept wracking her brain for some kind of plan. What had she learned about this guy? Really fast. Really strong. Remarkable healing powers. The healing was the real sticking point. Without that she might have killed him already. How were you supposed to get around that? Did it have a limit? Could she just keep wailing on him, chipping away until he ran out of energy? Could he come back if she blew him up completely? But how would she do that? Her bombs weren't strong enough to leave nothing but ash. What else was there? Think, think, think!

Maybe...

She heard the Strangers yell as the idea popped into her head, wincing as she skidded to a stop and looked back again. The man launched into the sky. Around here flurry of snow kicked up in a circle, which was a redundant indication of where the man intended to land. She dived out of the way as he crashed down, spinning to face him with her bows drawn as he physically ripped a bounders from the ground and chuck it at her. That was okay, her bombs had handled bigger boulders that that. The tips of her bows blazed red as her eyes as she pulled the triggers, a pair of bomb arrows impacting the rock and blowing it to pieces.

Linkle exploded out of the dust and smoke, having started running toward the Stranger the moment she had pulled the triggers. She closed the distance between them, building speed, looking for all the world like she was planning to take him head on. Then, just before contact, she called out. "IMANI!"

The woman appeared right beside Linkle, without her crossbow in hand. Instead she lobbed something underhand right at the Strangers chest that exploded into a plume of impenetrable white smoke that all three of them vanished into, Imani herself most literally. Linkle skidded on the snow, letting herself drop backwards. She placed one hand on the ground and kicked up with both leg right at the mans neck, still hung up on the fact that kicks to the head seemed to be the only things that really affected him. Instead of slamming into his head, however, she spread them wide. One shot to either side of the mans neck. She pushed up with her hand as her hair flashed blue, and like on her heel before blades of ice pushed out from her inner thighs. Hoping she was on the right track she snapped them together like scissors, planning to wrap the mans neck between her legs and then squeeze and wrench and twist as hard as she was able. To keep him from healing if she made a cut she would pour on the ice power, continually making the ice blades longer to fill in any wound she made. 

It was time to see how well the Strangers special healing trick worked without his head.