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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 Spawn][Blink] = 64

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 332[/hider][sub][@mantou][@BrokenPromise][@OwO][@FamishedPants][/sub][/center]
Of course they could risk that. What sort of gang leader would actually have that sort of death before surrender mindset? This was more likely a bluff than anything else, preying on the fact that GEMINI had [i]rules[/i] to follow as government-sanctioned Espers. It was all bullshit, really. A desperate gamble for a desperate man. Piece of shit.

Those were the thoughts that Klava may have had, if she wasn’t in so much fucking pain. Those were the thoughts that may have informed her thoughts more clearly, if she didn’t have burns on most of her body. Those were the thoughts that would have guided her…to the same actions that her immediate instincts did as well.

As Protector bowed their head, Klava wove her melody, cracked lips spelling out profane words as she tightened her grip on her frosted blade. Cobra had his eyes on everyone, but not in the back of his head. The melody continued to bloom, a snowflake manifesting behind the slowly-retreating gang leader as he continued to present his threat, until…

…Klava’s form disappeared, and Cobra found his back bump against something. Something pliable, yet something crackling. The smell of roasted flesh seeped into his nostrils, a nauseous stench that, for a moment, distracted from the sensation in his unfrozen arm.

Pop. Pop. Snap.

Not the sound of fireworks, not the sound of gunshots, but the sound of the tendons in his forearm snapping as an unnaturally cold dagger was driven into it.