The exuberant leap and cleave, charged with the chill of the northern wind and the thunderous might from the storm, brought a sense of pleasure in releasing pressure. Vanna's figure leapt high, her hands already conjuring a blade of ice, which she violently brought down in a fierce arc amidst the cold glow of 'Creation of the World'.
The air was torn asunder, the surrounding currents heated and twisted violently from the impact, and by the time the sword was halfway down, it even began to exhibit a plasma-like texture. Like raging flames entwined around the ice-crafted blade, the spectacle of ice and fire intermingling was so eerily beautiful that even the demon-like heretics hesitated for a moment.
