Rumble, rumble.
Gurgle!
Splash.
Solaris's knees were bleeding profusely as her arteries had been cut deeply.
She immediately froze the wound, but the blood pressure was already building behind the ice, pushing away and rejecting the emergency first aid.
"I'd rather die fighting than bleed out like this," she thought.
Her hair and eyes began to glow, a brilliant blue thrum flowing from her eyes and hair tips.
She stomped her mangled leg firmly.
A burst of frost encased her entire knee. Initially, the ice held its usual translucent hue, but it slowly deepened into a murky pink as it mixed with the blood from her mangled foot.
She struggled to balance on the makeshift prosthetic. The ice spear magic she usually shoots out with pride was now reduced to nothing more than a jagged walking cane, along with her loom staff
Solaris! Fanna called at her all the way back in the med room, worried.
