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Ice Queen took cover behind a frozen stone wall, the biting wind whipping her short blue hair across her face as she tossed a frag grenade over the top. An explosion echoed across the snow-covered landscape, followed by the wet squelching sounds of Anurans being torn apart by shrapnel. She reloaded her rifle with practiced ease, her movements fluid and efficient despite the thick winter gear she wore. The Anurans were firing back, but their shots were wild and inaccurate. She could see the fear in their large, bulging eyes.
“Two frogs just exited the trench to your north, looks like they might be bugging out, Ice Queen.” Staff Sergeant Gon’s voice came over the radio as he watch the battle unfold from his drone overhead, “ There’s an MG nestled in the thicket to the southwest, might be a problem if you try to push up the middle.”
“Noted.” Ice Queen replied coolly. “Lay down some fucking danmaku on the thickets I’m flanking left!”
With a sudden burst of speed, her wings humming with power, Ice Queen darted from behind the wall and flew low to the ground, her movements a blur of turquoise and blue against the white snow. She weaved through the skeletal remains of trees, her turquoise bullets tracing deadly patterns in the air as she suppressed the Anuran trench. The Anuran machine gunner in the thicket tried to track her, but she was too fast, too agile. She was a living, breathing work of art of destruction, a fairy of death and war.
