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[indent]Even under the midday sun, the sky darkened as Maive called her persona for the first time. As the cocoon of wind formed behind her, branches and bushes and sand whirled about, pushed away by the sudden energy ripped from her soul.

Energy crackled about her, bright white. The air smelled of ozone and sea breeze, the pressure dropping rapidly, like an oncoming thunderstorm. Her senses cleared, suddenly sharp, the fog in her mind instantly cleared.

Maive [i]knew.[/i] She knew who stood behind her. She felt the history, the mythos, in her mind. And she knew the words to say.

[color=67D3D6]"Persona!"[/color]

As she called forth her power, the frog began to shuffle back slowly. All six of its eyes were laser focused on Maive. 

Then, the single hand rose, and squeezed the toad. The pressure forced the toad's mouth open, and its tongue unrolled partway like a massive Fruit Winder. Sofia was still partially wrapped in its sticky hold, but it was a start.

And, as the frog's mouth opened, it bellowed again, right towards Maive. The wave of force produced by its maw shoved her back, snapping more branches, leaves, and sand like an overclocked leaf blower. Maive flew backwards into one of the few standing trees, hitting her head against the trunk. Her Persona faded into a light breeze, her concentration disrupted by the sudden pain.

An ordinary person might've died from that blow. Instead, she only felt the comings-on of a minor headache, and some bruises that would [i]definitely[/i] turn purple tomorrow. But—she was alive, and somewhat well.[/indent]