lottie isn't throwing these (big, heavy) magical chains around with much finesse. inviting her to materialize some by his face seems a lot like asking to be smacked across the face. but there's no chance to express anything of the sort — or accept anyway, because it might be better to get slapped by magical chains than blighted vines, maybe — before lottie's made the decision for the both of them. instead, he simply takes advantage of the opportunity she gives him —
and moves. going to hack at freezing leaves and budding flowers with surgical precision, or as close as he can get while dodging all of the hazards around him. it's making some difference, at least; areas of the vines are being restrained by lottie, getting easier to restrain as flowers and leaves fall off and wither or are crushed underfoot. but the vines are powerful, and cassian is tiring as time passes. perhaps lottie feels some strain too, using her power as much as she is. frost starts crunching on his gloves and sleeves and boots from the proximity to the coldest centers of cold, and he finally calls back, ]
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lottie isn't throwing these (big, heavy) magical chains around with much finesse. inviting her to materialize some by his face seems a lot like asking to be smacked across the face. but there's no chance to express anything of the sort — or accept anyway, because it might be better to get slapped by magical chains than blighted vines, maybe — before lottie's made the decision for the both of them. instead, he simply takes advantage of the opportunity she gives him —
and moves. going to hack at freezing leaves and budding flowers with surgical precision, or as close as he can get while dodging all of the hazards around him. it's making some difference, at least; areas of the vines are being restrained by lottie, getting easier to restrain as flowers and leaves fall off and wither or are crushed underfoot. but the vines are powerful, and cassian is tiring as time passes. perhaps lottie feels some strain too, using her power as much as she is. frost starts crunching on his gloves and sleeves and boots from the proximity to the coldest centers of cold, and he finally calls back, ]
How much longer can you hold this?