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[color=mediumslateblue]"Next is lucky number 13, I am sure is just coincidence."[/color]

[color=dimgray]— Ninochka Nikiforov, Dark Winter[/color]

[hider=Nina][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656672]Ninochka Nikiforov[/url]
Max MP: 70 Current MP: 33 - 16 = 17
Casting: [Self] (0) [AoE] (2) [If Ally] (1) [Routine+Extend] (2) [Shield] (4) [RoutineBackfeed] (0) [Projectile] (0) [AoE] (2) [If Foe] (1) [Freeze] (4)

Gear: Goggles (Illusion Begone) Monster Tracker (Inactive) Food (4) Kevlar (4) Pistol (4) Medical Supplies (4)

Leveraging: N/A[/hider][/center]

Nina quickly came to the conclusion that any further information she might glean by continuing to blind herself was not worth the effort, but she remembered to switch back to Illusion Begone rather than shutting the goggles off. Her flight note began to waver, setting her sliding down the still-tilting floor toward the slime's main body. Now she would have to brace for impact in more ways than one. [color=mediumslateblue]"Time for Hail Mary, as they say."[/color] With a grunt, she turned her downward slide into a diagonal wall run down the upturned floor toward Ashley. Tendrils pursued her from the hall—so much for keeping an escape route open. Positioning herself between Ashley and the tendrils, she cast an AoE Shield note to cover herself, Ashley, and as many of their allies as she could encompass within her 10-foot radius, then she turned to face her pursuers.

Kneading her hands like she was forming a snowball, she grinned. [color=mediumslateblue]"After this mission, you will say, Nina is the bomb! Wahaha~!"[/color] In her palm was a chunk of ice formed to resemble a small naval mine, and with a short wind-up, she pitched her cryogenic explosive up into the mass of tendrils. This, she hoped, would have something closer to the intended range of effect, and their allies would not perish with organs full of ice.