Chapter 88: Arc 2, - 66: The Frosting Wind
Sparks fizzled, Jotou's eyes narrowed, "Who the hell are you?" she could not let anyone leave after all.
The figure stepped on crushed glass, each step forward leaving behind a trace of icy blue. "The Frosting Wind; though, Frost will do," crystal-like snowflakes patterned her footsteps upon the floor.
'The Frosting Wind?' Her mind recalled to what Asobi told her, "You're the one who caused the thundersnow..."
"Eh, indirectly maybe. I wouldn't really say cause, it's just my way of getting around to far places. Wow..." her voice was muffled behind the mask—monotonous with a hint of amusement in every word.
She stood a little shorter than Jotou, walking slowly to a halt. "That siren-like beauty was no joke. Glad to finally meet you," a smile Jotou could hear.
"I don't care, you're not escaping either," Jotou readied her sword. 'Just another target.' She rushed forward, "Zap!" she swung to Frost, but she moved back like a puff of snow onto Moren's desk.
"Ugh," Frost shook her head, "No introductions just straight to it? Finally, someone gets it~ From another world; though where did all that Princely nobility go?" she reached for weapons on her belt.
Jotou's eyes widened before she glared again, "Jotou Howllett, Thundering Blade. You'll get the chance to tell me everything you know in a cell."
"It's not like I was gonna tell you anyway," two metallic blue rods in each fist. Swooshing her bangs to her right, Jotou rushed up to her.
"Just make it look good, alright?" They ejected out four prongs each, two long prongs going past the fingers and two short ones going to her wrists; about the length of daggers—thin as a sword.
'What?' In the confused thought—"Swing!"—her blade sliced the air as Frost leapt off and landed behind the desk. "Crack!!" Jotou brought her sword down, snapping through and splintering half the desk apart.