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“GAH!” Hermione’s legs, hanging off her little floe and submerged in the freezing water of the lake, burn as if they’d been stabbed with a million knives.

>> χ (M1 Mind roll: 68 = Success) << (Move.)

Clover’s ears twitch, and in an instant she’s bounding across islands, waves splashing with each leap, skidding to a stop on an ice floe near the girl. “BEA!!! Take my hand-!”

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Lorene analyzes the Witch quickly, before darting forward, hands holding her sword behind her. She focuses on moving quickly, forcing herself to ignore everything else. She didn’t know what Clover and Bea were doing, but she knew one thing: the Witch was still off-balance from its sudden burst through the ice. If she could end it right here, right now, they’d win.

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>> χ (M3 Dexterity roll: 21 = Success) << (Help Beatrice up.)

The seventy pound gym-bag of ammunition nearly unbalanced the wolf-girl as she pulled the girl to her feet, but she managed to steady herself.

Panting, ‘Beatrice’ stares at the Witch, then immediately draws her revolver, her breaths rising in the air in front of her, steeling herself. The ice is shifting every which way, waves are splashing from all the churned-up water, and she can’t feel her legs, but she knows she can make the shot. She has to. Her hands shake as she stares down the sights, aligned roughly over the beast's gnashing maw. Bracing back against Clover as their island tilts, the girl pulls the trigger.

>> € (M2 Mind roll: 95 = Success) << (Focus.)
>> € (M4 Dexterity roll: 70 + 1 = 71 = Success) << (Fire on the Witch.)