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A strike it shall be!
You drop the hunting knife onto the ground.
A picture forms in your mind: a gleaming spear of cold iron radiating with a shimmering aura of ice. The very air seems to freeze around it, showering down shimmering gossamer threads of white frost. Yes, a spear as pure and cruel as the Northern Isles, freezing the dead branches of trees and lacing them with hoarfrost.
It comes to you as easily as a keen hound, ready for the bloody hunt. A swirling mass of blue energy starts from the palm of the hand and expands lengthwise until a spear five feet long is summoned.
Ah, it's beautiful. A fine weapon to avenge all affronts!
The monster pauses, and the yellowish eyes on the back widen with what looks like fear. You savor the sight; it nourishes your soul like a fine meal nourishes the body.
"Let No Insult Pass!"
A shout amplified with what you can only call magic shatters the air as the blade of the spear stabs into the monster. It slides into the carapace like a hot knife through butter, easily journeying through the body. You even take a few steps forward as the spear sinks into the bug, but you still remain out of its reach.
The damn thing is still alive.
Just as you think this, a whitish frost erupts all over the body of the monster. You are startled to see it is ice, it must be forming within the body from the blade of the spear. In seconds, the monster has turned into a solid block of ice. It didn't even have time to counter attack or bellow.
The icy spear in your hands fades away into nothing.
Oh wow.
With trepidation, you pick up the knife and tap on the carapace lightly to see how solid the ice is, and you discover it's far more brittle than you imagined. That light tap is the start of a spider web of cracks that splits the body of the thing into incredibly small shards. The sound is unlike anything you've heard. If you had to describe it, it's like a multitude of dry, snapping twigs crushed at the same time.
You won.
Are you a magical girl now?
It's hard to suppress the childish delight bubbling up when you realize you are actually clapping your hands and squeeing at the very idea. Monsters may be terrifying, but when backed by magical powers, it seems more like an adventure.
WAIT A SEC!
Do you have a magical girl costume?! You check yourself over and become very saddened to discover that you are not clad in an elegant and awesome costume.