Flake Out
First, Flake Out came late. Then she couldn’t decide on a plan. Even her wardrobe wouldn’t stay consistent. The patterns kept seeming to change on a whim. But when the tyrant finally stepped up to her, she pummeled him with rainbows of snows. The enemy was overwhelmed with the snow flak, and reeled in confusion. We made our move, as Flake Out wandered away, searching after something in the trees.
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