ext_202007 ([identity profile] himetsuru.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-02-13 02:01 am (UTC)

Fuck.

Falis barely stopped her advance, trying to get a hand on Ami's ankle as she jumped backwards, before she ran into the newly formed ice. Staring at the barrier a few inches from her eyes, she listened for movement on the other side. Hearing none as either Ami wasn't moving or the ice was too thick, the hunter turned her attention to the dome encasing them.

The old man had been pretty fucking ice covered when Falis first arrived and he'd taken at least one more icing since then. The hunter's own shoulder was still frozen, so she switched the sword to her primary hand again. A tapping on the ice with the tsuba told her the ice was decently thick, but she still wasn't sure how thick. She moved carefully around the edge of the barrier, tapping the sword against it in places, searching for a potentially weak spot to break through. The ice shard in her leg went unattended; she didn't want to pull it out since it was too numb to tell how deep it really was.

"Hey, Popsicle, you okay?"

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