A dark jet of sparkling ice runs through the crowd, missing the girls by what seems like sheer luck. The collective undead horde falls to the ground in a clean opening, revealing a girl dressed in blue, finger outstretched, breathing hard and looking frustrated. "Out of my way... dammit, I said move...!" A sharp spin drives her heel into a head behind her, and she stumbles when she comes back around, taking a moment just to catch her breath.
When she looks up, though... she notices. She sees yellow, and pink, and someone important to her on the ground, and her heart stops cold. For a long moment, she's not sure what to think. Maybe she isn't thinking. Were they still possessed? Were they going to switch targets and try to kill her again? What... did she do?
But... no. That's not who she is. That's not why she's here. Captain Marvelous and Colonel Curtiss wouldn't have convinced her to come here if she was just going to have to fight again. She'd bet everything on that, and her power flares in renewed hate and frustration. So she flies down the hallway like a demented pinball, bouncing from head to head with vicious strikes, throwing a hand out and freezing another group, screaming at the top of her lungs as she moves. "ALICE! MANA!"
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A dark jet of sparkling ice runs through the crowd, missing the girls by what seems like sheer luck. The collective undead horde falls to the ground in a clean opening, revealing a girl dressed in blue, finger outstretched, breathing hard and looking frustrated. "Out of my way... dammit, I said move...!" A sharp spin drives her heel into a head behind her, and she stumbles when she comes back around, taking a moment just to catch her breath.
When she looks up, though... she notices. She sees yellow, and pink, and someone important to her on the ground, and her heart stops cold. For a long moment, she's not sure what to think. Maybe she isn't thinking. Were they still possessed? Were they going to switch targets and try to kill her again? What... did she do?
But... no. That's not who she is. That's not why she's here. Captain Marvelous and Colonel Curtiss wouldn't have convinced her to come here if she was just going to have to fight again. She'd bet everything on that, and her power flares in renewed hate and frustration. So she flies down the hallway like a demented pinball, bouncing from head to head with vicious strikes, throwing a hand out and freezing another group, screaming at the top of her lungs as she moves. "ALICE! MANA!"