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Biting Chill ( 18 ) : The cold is strangely harsh, and even the still wind is vicious enough to sting. But the cold isn't the worst part of tonight--it's what comes with it. Out of a swirl of blowing snow, a massive, wispy wolf takes shape, enormous and snarling, with fur spiked like jagged icicles. Its eyes glow with a cold, wild intelligence, and before you can even react, it lunges as though you’ve trespassed deep into its territory. Every strike it makes feels like the bite of winter itself. Wherever its claws slash, wherever its jaws snap, frost cakes over. Even if you're lucky enough not to take massive damage, the cold seeps bone deep. When you manage to land a hit, the creature bleeds a strange, clear blood--icy water that freezes instantly into slush on the ground. The more damage it takes, the more its form flickers, shredded like wind-torn snow. The wolf fights with the relentless instinct of a dire beast, but it is not invulnerable. It will never run. It will fight until its body is broken and flickering, then--finally--a sudden gust will rip through the air and carry its dissolving body away. Howls echo on the wind. The rest of its pack probably isn't too far behind.
It was Emil who had spotted the thing, lurking in a park not far from the townhouse the Star Eclipse boys resided in. A massive, snarling wolf, born seemingly from the very essence of winter itself, and therefore an inherently magical threat.
A magical threat they were now encouraged to deal with. Vasha's mother had insisted; now that they were all officers of the Negaverse, she wanted to see them work, although she would not be coming with them. A full report would be expected when they returned from the battle, and Vasha trusted she would get it.
It still felt a little alien, to suit up as Prismatine, with his little heels and his tube of glitter, and even moreso to walk through biting cold and realize he didn't feel it nearly as strongly as he ought to.
But they'd made it to where Emil had spotted the beast, and Prismatine surveyed what he had. None of them had ranged weapons, exactly--or realistically weapons at all--and so they'd have to deal with what they had.
"Ro--" He started, and then shook his head. They had codenames now, as it were. "Gilalite, do you think you can grab its attention? Give the rest of us a chance to move in while it's distracted?"
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