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[hider=❄]22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring
Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen
Snowdrop Vestige | Sangfroid Convention 
Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose 
[Freeze, Cold Insulation] Damage X, Restrain, Dispel, Rain, Trap, Enhance, Trigger, Blink, Powerful

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[Bronze Projectile][Restrain] = -40 Mana

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 710[/hider][sub][@mantou][@BrokenPromise][@OwO][/sub][/center]
In another universe, Klava would’ve suggested that they did some parkour hijinks to sneak up the outer walls of the building, avoiding trouble while they ascend to perform a decapitation strike upon the leadership of the Cobra Gang. In that other universe, however, the Protector didn’t exist.

A flash of light shone out from the cracks of the APC, before the back door was pushed open and Klava, freshly transformed, strode out to chaos that was human conflict, staccato beats of gunfire guiding her eyes to the mafiosos who either found themselves glued to the Protector or shooting at the Protector. That eight-foot-tall titan would hold for now, but that action meant there was no room for strategy beyond a run-and-gun through the interior of the precinct. She narrowed her eyes, looking up at the windows once more, before letting out a sigh. Certainly, it’d be worse to be caught outside now and gunned down by assault rifles. Gripping her dagger in one hand and draining the cup of coffee in her other hand, Klava tossed the empty cup down the alleyway, focused the mana in the atmosphere until it crystallized in a needle of ice, and breathed out.

The tempo of battle continued, but her eyes focused upon a target beyond the Protector’s melee. Veronica had stated there was only one staircase that lead upwards, which also meant there was only one staircase that allowed others to head downwards.

[color=6ecff6][b]“Frostblade Grave!”[/b][/color]

Threading through the melee, Klava’s needle struck a mafioso right as he stood right between the first floor and the staircase, glacial ice exploding over his body and locking him in place. His allies behind him found themselves blocked off by that frozen body as well, a mixture of confused shouts sounding out. Undoubtedly, they’d be able to break him free if they used their guns, but…will they?

Klava really didn’t care. Still standing behind the relative safety of the APC, she cheered, [color=6ecff6][b]“C’mon Apollo, your time to shine!”[/b][/color]

After all, the man had [i]two[/i] clusters of targets to AoE now. What a bargain!