'On an Olga... Standing... On an Olga...'
Images of Zephyr and Raven passed through Mark's mind.
'If I want to get strong, I have to...!'
"MARK!" Elisa shouted as she extended a hand towards him.
By this time, her feet were in the air already.
Mark stared at the hand extended to him, and reached.
A second too late.
'Wha-'
His lips moved, but she couldn't hear the words uttered.
With the Moonlit Feline between her arms, Elisa was blown off and swallowed by the blizzard.
...
"That fucking..." She whispered. " You okay...?"
In a pit of snow, Elisa and the Moonlit Feline lay.
Cough-
A drop of blood went down Elisa's face.
"A typhoon with that kind of power... Simply from moving around..."
The two had been blown away from the Olga's back.
As if they were leaves, the blizzard moved them around and around.
