Chris waits for a breath, making sure that she's ready and following, and then they pick up the pace -- the two of them should emerge from the icy walls of the narrowed path much sooner than the Tristitia expects.
She's a cloaked figure with a caved-in chest, already reaching her wasted arms out to Chris as they approach. Chris dodges to one side, and stomps a foot down on the trailing end of Tristitia's rags dragging in the snow. It should keep her in place for Ellen to strike.
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Chris waits for a breath, making sure that she's ready and following, and then they pick up the pace -- the two of them should emerge from the icy walls of the narrowed path much sooner than the Tristitia expects.
She's a cloaked figure with a caved-in chest, already reaching her wasted arms out to Chris as they approach. Chris dodges to one side, and stomps a foot down on the trailing end of Tristitia's rags dragging in the snow. It should keep her in place for Ellen to strike.