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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, Slick] Damage X, Restrain, Extend, Construction, Trap, Enhance, Mark, Blink, Powerful

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

[Silver Touch + Construction + Slick] = 150 Mana

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 440[/hider][sub][@BrokenPromise][@Majoras End][@OwO][@mantou][/sub][/center]
Flames all around, exploding beside her as she ducked and wove. VIP and healer cut off from the rest. Titan in front, pyros behind. Ghost off to the side, naturally able to bypass any obstacles. And in the distance stood a violinist, a pale-skinned aberration amongst the increasing chaos. Smoke wafted down, soot coating her skin before cool waters naturally washed it off. The heat did not sting her eyes, nor did the flames ignite her traumas.

Through the haze, Klava recognized the violinist. The one that was kidnapped, the one that was enthralled. Finn, clad in lightning, was already off. Did he have a personal connection? Did it matter? Youthful passions lent itself easily to a desire to save the damsel above all else, but the Maiden did not feel such passions herself. She was as fair as frost. She was as cold as laws.

She brushed her hands against the sides of her head, pulling back her bangs and clearing up her vision.

One breath.

Compared to the fantastical capabilities of monsters and magi, unrestrained by the laws of Melodies and Notes, Espers were individuals bound by scarce resources. It was in that scarcity, though, that an Esper’s greatest strength could be unveiled. Imagination and resourcefulness, rounded out by the knowledge that they had [i]two[/i] lives compared to the one of their foes.

Her blade hissed coldly. Her mind rested at a razor point.

[i]I hadn’t realized storms were so gentle.[/i]

Well, there were no grandpas here.

[color=6ecff6][b]“Protector, switch and take care of the backline. Weapons only, team with Apollo to restrain and kill the pyros. Tetrad, your wand shoots magic. Focus the ghost. Don’t need you to kill it, just occupy it. We’ll secure our back first. I’ll handle Big Bob. Stay frosty all.”[/b][/color] Another breath, deeper, for a voice loud enough to be heard over a blizzard. [color=6ecff6][b]“And Timekeeper! Focus on evasion and keep the girl between you and the pyros!”[/b][/color]

Her piece said, Klava clapped Protector on the back as she stepped forth, right to the edge of the charred and blazing heap that cut the pathway in half. Here, the pyromancers wouldn’t have a shot on her unless they wanted to get right up at the gap. She raised one leg up, then stomped it down onto the ground, the chiming of bells sounding brightly as the Esper adopted a wide stance. Her arms raised out to the side, palms facing the gargantuan foe as if to embrace them.

[color=6ecff6][b]“Ha ha ha ha,”[/b][/color] the dark-haired esper said, mimicking the robotic laughter of her foe. [color=6ecff6][b]“You’re proof enough that the strength of machinery is a sham. I’ll rent out your lady with the money I make off your scraps.”[/b][/color]

Arcane power built beneath her skin, the resonance of a melody sending chills down her spine. It was always a gamble, but Klava was compulsive.

At the moment it broke into a sprint, she would Construct a curved slope, Slicked enough to prevent any sudden deceleration. A slope that would extend right into the ceiling, to send the robotic cretin right into stone and dirt. It had proven resistant to magic. Now the question: was it resistant to itself?

Well, if she had to run because it actually turned out to be a lightning beam cannon that Big Bob was building up, that was fine too. Klava’s Mark on Apollo’s ass, after all, still remained as her get-out-of-jail card.