[ March forms a much larger arrow, the icy air swirling around her fingers before she sets it to the string. ]
Let's do this!
[ And she lets it fly, slamming against the side of the gecko's head and in some kind of miraculous luck, it freezes on impact. The mist is already drifting swiftly away from it, which means-- ]
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Let's do this!
[ And she lets it fly, slamming against the side of the gecko's head and in some kind of miraculous luck, it freezes on impact. The mist is already drifting swiftly away from it, which means-- ]
You've got a few seconds!