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‘Beatrice’ gauges the distance to the next ice floe, before making another careful jump. She slips a little, unsteady on the smooth ice with her bag of ammunition, but manages to regain her balance. This would have been a lot easier if the wolf-girl peasant had just carried her closer.

The arms of the mermaid familiars began to break through the water, reaching up for her, and the girl unzips her bag to toss a box of ammo a distance away. Feeling the splash, the familiars rush for the box. At the very least, it seemed the mermaids were easily distractible.

“Just one more… aAA-!”

>> € (M2 Dexterity roll: 5 = Failure) << (Keep your balance on the ice.)

As she makes the leap for the next island, the ice crumbles under her left foot. Her arms wheel in the air, trying to recover, but the gym-bag drags her down into the depths with a large splash.

Cold. That’s the first sensation she feels, everywhere, down to the bone. It’s extremely cold, electrifying at this temperature. The girl tries to swim for the surface, as the familiars turn toward their new target.

>That's not good-!