Not to be outdone, she holds her hands in front of her, palms outward. Ice and hail barrage the youma, stinging at the same time it starts to creep across the creature's body. The stream curves to avoid the shields as if it has a will of its own, and the ice thickens as it grows. The youma has more and more trouble keeping itself free.
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Not to be outdone, she holds her hands in front of her, palms outward. Ice and hail barrage the youma, stinging at the same time it starts to creep across the creature's body. The stream curves to avoid the shields as if it has a will of its own, and the ice thickens as it grows. The youma has more and more trouble keeping itself free.