[color=6ecff6][center][h1]Eira Winters | Antartica[/h1][/center][/color][hr]
Eira didn't move from the spot she was standing in for the most part, concentrating on her quirk while hitting the birds off the best she could with a non-physical quirk. It seemed that the cold was going some good, even if it did affect her classmates too. They were managing fine, and it was doing more good than bad, since they were also having an easier time against the onslaught of birds. Despite how dire the situation had seemed, it looked like things weren't going as badly as they could have been. That didn't mean that they could relax at all, but that maybe they could get out alive.

Peter broke through the ceiling at last, and Renard and Freya exchanged awful, awful puns. In this kind of circumstance, Eira couldn't find it in her to be angry about them, even to herself. It was nice that they could find it in them to lighten the mood even a little bit. She continued to do what she had been doing: concentrating on her quirk while keeping as many birds off of herself as she could. It was going well, and she was so stuck in that trance that she didn't notice to blade swinging towards her until it was a bit too late to dodge. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to. She was frozen to the spot.

Thankfully, she didn't need to. Just as the blade was about to send her to an untimely demise, Sofia barrelled right into her, sending the two of them to the ground. Eira didn't miss the nasty cut that formed on her leg as a result. She should've just dodged it. She was really having enough of being saved today. She told herself that she could handle herself, but there was the nagging reminder that she'd be dead twice if not for the help she had received.

[color=6ecff6]"Sofia. Uh, thanks, I guess,"[/color] she started, not quite meeting her eyes. She sat up, ready to help Sofia up, or even carry the damn girl back home even if it killed her. It was the least she could do. But then disaster number [i]three[/i] struck, in the form of a fire extinguisher. The universe was really against her today.

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she was going to be offed by this instead of the blade. Perhaps it was a little weird to be more bothered about the cause of death than actually dying, but Eira couldn't find it in herself to be particularly afraid. She didn't need to be either, because she was saved once again by Renard. It was getting less thrilling each time it happened. She gave him a small smile and muttered a weak thanks, but he had already turned to Freya so she guessed he wouldn't notice.

He offered Eira and Sofia a hand, and then Freya shouted to them. It was pretty obvious who should go, right?

[color=6ecff6]"Get Sofia and go. She's injured. I can handle myself, and besides, I need to keep my quirk up. Get her help,"[/color] Eira said, in an almost commanding tone. She'd kind of forgotten, what with everything that was happening, but god, she was cold. If her class was affected by the cold, than the eternally freezing Eira would have been worse. A light shiver ran down her spine, but she gritted her teeth and stood, offering to Sofia to help her up. [i][color=6ecff6]It doesn't matter if I'm cold if everything is cold. Help her up. Get through it.[/color][/i] Having said that, she would still do her best to make as little physical contact as possible.

It would be difficult to get Sofia out later, especially with an injured leg. Maybe Eira would be stuck and maybe she'd get hurt too, but it was worth it, wasn't it? She couldn't keep getting saved, she had to save people herself. As long as they could keep away from the villains, they'd all get out alive. And they were doing pretty good on that front...

Right?