-Like a spinning blade of ice. Cirno cleaves right through an incoming flood of gliding ocypete, making short work of them in a flurry of sleet and bludgeoning. Her 'sword' wasn't good for cutting at all, but it made a hell of a blunt object all the same.-
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-Like a spinning blade of ice. Cirno cleaves right through an incoming flood of gliding ocypete, making short work of them in a flurry of sleet and bludgeoning. Her 'sword' wasn't good for cutting at all, but it made a hell of a blunt object all the same.-