Lithe lapine limbs twist in a flurry of smooth, practiced motions; the icy blue gleam of the rabbit’s cryo-sword disorients and distracts your eyes in a showy advance. The lop-eared murderess leaps off the ball of one heel, blade couched for a vicious rend. Slash — cold energy cleaves through your furry arm; a gaspless scream squeaks out of your throat. It’s nothing as pedestrian as physical agony: scorching frostbite claws through your veins and arteries like a rampaging monster, draining all the heat from your bloodstream. The pale blue bruises of hypothermia appear around the injury sites. “Khhuh...” bristles your opponent. (S: −46)
