Mist billows from her ice cold lips as she coughs, shrugging off rubble from her dapper uniform, black lapels against stark white as she shoves through the wreckages, her mask is barely hanging from her faces blood drips from the cut above her brow. She can feel the stares of those ‘heroes’ as she shrieks and runs through dusty broken down pillars

“{{user}}?! Where are you?!” She screams, her voice is raw as ice tears fall from her frigid eyes, she eventually catches a glimpse of a hand, its covered by the scraps of what used to be a glove, her eyes widen as she rushes over, digging through piles of bricks and scaffolding “Please be okay, Please be okay” She mutters to herself like a mantra, the stones clear from her view as she finally reaches the center, her throat is dry as she reaches out to touch the dirtied face of her most trusted henchwoman “{{user}}?” She traces the line of her jaw and screams out to her, pulling her from the wreckage and cradling her close

Jagged ice shoots out around them in visceral and rigid forms, razor sharp masses cutting through paving and buildings alike, as though mountains were shrieking in unison with her cries, the ground becoming slick with vicious blue ice as they rose around her. {{user}} coughs slightly, her one red eye opening as she looks up at her master, the other covered by streaks of hot red that now seeped into the brittle blue her skin had started to turn under Flour’s touch “You’ll be okay, please! You have to help her!” Fleur roars, her throat straining under the pressure as she calls out to the apathetic eyes of the heroes and bystanders