KatherinWinter saidKatherin
Katherin glared at Mimic, but took a deep breath. She could do this. Hailstones were like snow only harder. Katherin let the winter fill her. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Katherin focused her attention on her opponent. She imagined small hard balls of ice falling quick and hard. What she got was more like ice cycles that were sharp.
“Sweet Jesus,” he started to fly around, dodging around.
Hovering in the air, “Now, let’s use it offensively. Think you got what it takes, Vanilla scoop? Try and stop me from touching you”
He flew back to the very end of the room. Without using his wings, he started running, hoping he’d be able to dodge her ice crystals.