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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 Self + Extend + Slick] = 60 Mana

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 380[/hider][sub][@BrokenPromise][@Majoras End][@OwO][@mantou][/sub][/center]
Impact.

Klava’s breath escaped between clenched teeth as a wine barrel bounced against her side, six hundred pounds of weight slamming her against the adjacent wall. She could feel the sharp, throbbing pain of a cracked, perhaps broken, rib as her stomach broiled in nausea from the impact that travelled into her organs, but there was nothing to puke out, and there was no reason to just stay still. The melody that travelled through her body flooded out with adrenal urgency, her entire body glowing with an icy sheen as she applied Slick to herself.

In one moment, Klava slipped up and over the barrel, tumbling to the ground.

In the next, her Construction, over three hundred cubic meters of glacial ice, exploded, revealing a Bob that was dented, yet undamaged.

[color=6ecff6][b]“I’ll fight you when you’re my size, junkbot.”[/b][/color]

The machine reached out with precision that could only be granted by automation. The Maiden drove her beloved blade into the ground, pushing her forward even while prone. His fingers snagged her hair, but the strands were much too silky to be held by dented machinery, and Klava slid right between the behemoth’s legs, opening up her eyes to all that was before her.

Sniper lady unrestrained, pyromancer leader ready to fire, Timekeeper struggling against the maniac that vaguely resembled Betty. Thank god she hadn’t taken her Blink out. If she did, Timekeeper was going to be absolutely murdered by three older ladies. Klava pressed her elbows against the ground to press herself upwards even as smouldering embers from the flames that Bob had just trampled shot up into her face. Inconsequential burns, nothing compared to Sofron’s searing. Easy to ignore, and more importantly, offering up just enough rough terrain that she could kick off of and accelerate on. Poised like an ice skater, Klava adopted a low profile as she sped into, then past the firing lines of the male pyromancers, her target in sight.

The old-fashioned huntress.

Moya-no-Yume gleamed as it thrust forth, mist trailing off its honed edge, Klava beelining straight for Jane…only to kick off to the right instead, dropping low and driving her dagger into the ground. Slick as the rest of her body was, her Instrument itself remained sharp, transforming into an anchoring point that allowed her to swing in the opposite direction, converting her [i]true[/i] attack against the huntress into a sweeping kick.

Invariably less fatal, but intentionally so. A berserk butler avenging his master would be a problem. A butler running to get his master to the hospital would be very much less so.