Serah's ice on Mara's fingers didn't make her let go.
Mara squeezed harder — strength against cold, both materials resisting, neither yielding.
Serah twisted her arm inside the grip.
Not to break free — to change the angle of the ice. If she couldn't break the grip with direct cold, she could send the cold up Mara's arm toward the elbow.
The elbow was the joint.
Joints yielded to cold before skin did.
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Mara felt it.
She let go.
Not because the elbow gave way — because she recognized where the plan was going and decided it was better to release than to wait.
Serah repositioned.
Her markings at fifty-five percent.
Mara looking at her own arm — the white mark climbing from her fingers to her elbow, the primordial cold that had traveled farther than she expected.
"Clever."
Serah didn't answer.
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[DraconicLegacy: SERAH FORCED THE RELEASE!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ THE COLD THROUGH THE ELBOW!!]
[Warwolf: THAT'S IT!! SERAH CALCULATED IT FROM INSIDE THE GRIP!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ]
