Making like Mr. Freeze, you feel the undulations of Fleshflood slow to a halt, mounds of flesh crystallizing before you. Her responsometer sends a shock through the ice- but your suit's insulation protects you from the current, and it only serves to shatter the already glue-hardened chunk of her grabbing you into pieces. You're free of her grip, and Fleshflood is on the ropes.
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Date: 2014-10-26 04:51 am (UTC)