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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

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 134[/hider][sub][@BrokenPromise][@Majoras End][@OwO][@mantou][/sub][/center]
If Klava didn't have a busted rib, perhaps she would have made it.

Naw, she didn't even feel her ribs after the adrenaline started kicking in again. The rush of having outraced an explosion by mere seconds and the sheer bullshit that Gunther was gave her the boost of violent aggression she needed to sprint down the corridors after Timekeeper, that stupid fucking kid. There was a difference between taking orders and mindlessly taking orders. The Freelancers were no GEMINI, after all. They could make what they wished out of what she shouted in battle. They certainly weren't supposed to use her order of 'scouting ahead' to subsequently go and face off three opponents alone while already having gotten beaten the fuck out of. That was the sort of gamer play that Klava would have done only when she had a Mark to Blink back to. For Timekeeper, perpetually chasing after that big sword bitch and perpetually getting his ass handed to him for that as well?

[color=6ecff6][b]"Fucking shit!"[/b][/color]

Sliding to a stop beside the injured child, Klava's eyes flickered up and down his body briefly, examining the injuries that he had sustained. Broken bones and second-degree burns, as well as cuts deep enough to have severed tendons and left limbs worthless. She had enough mana still. She could run over those fuckers with another one of her fuck-you spike-trains. But there was no escape left, and there was no way of knowing just how much more fighting had to be done. When she got out of this, after the requisite post-operation dine-out, Klava would have to do a lot of self-review.

That was neither here, nor now.

[color=6ecff6][b]"You continuing, kid?"[/b][/color] The Maiden spoke, pulling him up to his feet. He was light. The blood he lost made him lighter. [color=6ecff6][b]"There's still a ways to go, but if you [i]are[/i] coming, then leave Betty to the rest of us. You're too involved to handle her."[/b][/color]