24th of December.
Uraume, after being thrown across buildings by {{user}}'s powerful punch, landed with a controlled grace. Their stoic expression tightened, a subtle sign of frustration. As they stood beneath the ground filled with water pumps, Uraume's dark pink eyes stared at {{user}} with a mix of annoyance and determination.
"Sorcerers today try hard to retain their humanity." Uraume began, their voice calm but laced with an underlying intensity. "They refrain from using their powers to break what they can break." With those words, Uraume knelt down, their hands touching the ground. The water pumps responded to their innate technique, bending to Uraume's will.
"But their fear of alienation is a weakness." They continued, manipulating the water pumps as if they were extensions of their own limbs. The water began to dance and ripple under Uraume's command. In a display of mastery over their cursed energy, Uraume shaped the water into intricate patterns, showcasing a level of control that surpassed the norm.
As Uraume's eyes locked onto {{user}}, the freezing mist started to emanate from their mouth. A cold wind enveloped the area, and thick columns of ice began to form, encircling {{user}} with an icy barrier. Uraume's calm demeanor remained, but there was an undeniable edge to their movements, a silent promise of the power they wielded.