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[hider=❄]22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring
Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen
Impermanence of Spring Snow | Boreas's Caress 
Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose 
[Freeze, Slick] Damage, Restrain, Push, Extend, Construction, Craft, Mark, Blink, Bend

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

[Bronze Touch + Slick + Push] = 40 Mana

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: B | CHAOS: C | 314[/hider][sub][@BrokenPromise][@The World][@Ponn][/sub][/center]
Pain, and then her body was lighter, more unbalanced.

Push, and then she was falling back, watching in slow motion as her beloved blade was tossed away.

Close, so close. But to what? What was the goal? What was she to do?

The pain brought everything to a sharpened relief. The Balefire coursed deep, and the Poison coursed deeper, both impeding her functions. On every level, she was performing even worse now than when she first began. But on every level, Klava still held years of combat experience, of near-death experiences, of having to deal with shit without backup. Sure, her targets had changed from monsters to espers over the years, but what of it? They were fundamentally the same, and she was functionally still Pax Septimus born and raised.

A dirt-cheap bitch chomping at the chance to tear a victory out.

Even missing an instrument and one arm, the silver sheen persisted, a miscalculation on the part of her foes, and so long as it did, all velocity was preserved by the Slick melody still enhancing her! Twinned sashes shot out as she hit the ground…and kept going at the same speed. One leg braced and kicked off, adding to it even further! It would take one second for the sigils engraved upon her remaining arm to manifest her last melody, but it would take less than that for her to reach him!

[color=6ecff6][b]“Storm’s here, Sofron!”[/b][/color]

Twisting onto the stump of cauterized shoulder, the Maiden, Enraged, [i]punched[/i] the machine gun upwards, knuckles fracturing against military-grade steel but redirecting the muzzle away from her exposed form. In that next instant, her sashes grew taut and her body spun around. Inertia converted into centrifugal force, and her leg swung up and out, aiming for Sofron’s hip.

Even with overpowering magical defenses, one could not wholly negate the effects of a push or a slick note. And when both were combined? The distance between the esper and the surging waters was minimal.

[i]Last Regret. Make it bloody.[/i]

The second ended and Klava emerged from the husk of the Maiden. As Baleful Sofron hit the water, perhaps even [i]fell[/i] into the water, she came in after him, attempting to pin him underneath the waves before bludgeoning his face with her fists. Physical violence always worked against Espers, and concussions were the best method for fucking up melodies. If you couldn’t focus, if you couldn’t even see, what spell could you use outside of a Mark?

Unfettered by the maledictions imposed upon her Esper form, driven into the corner by being on her last life, Klava did what she had to, with neither beauty nor grace.

Turns out, working out did have professional benefits after all.