I know, I fought you in the dark
“Brilliant!” Wessex declares enthusiastically. “You get some snow to pack and I’ll get a chunk of ice.” Her mech shift doesn’t have the kind of whallop that might break the ice, but her landing did seem to crack through a few layers. Its here that the demigod gets to work, clenching her fist to produce the talons and delicately trying to get under the ice far enough to then push down and, like a lever, crack a chunk off. It takes some time and effort and a couple of checks to make sure the metal isn’t going to bend out of shape, but the Wraith manages it without breaking a sweat (ha). Triumphantly lifting a lot a chunk of ice the size of her head, Wessex calls out to Az, “Is this too big? For the bag?”
the wraith
WESSEX
