[ First she was a statue, grey-unto-taupe and speckled like stone.
Four.
Now, she's still all of those things, but blue. Even though Lucina is under the PETRIFY stat-eff-atk, she can still feel the thick, cold liquid sluicing down her hair and neck. If she were capable of doing so, she'd shudder.
Three.
Instead, Lucina makes a muffled sound of protest, pulled somewhere deep in her gravelly throat. Enjoy that, Okuni.
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Four.
Now, she's still all of those things, but blue. Even though Lucina is under the PETRIFY stat-eff-atk, she can still feel the thick, cold liquid sluicing down her hair and neck. If she were capable of doing so, she'd shudder.
Three.
Instead, Lucina makes a muffled sound of protest, pulled somewhere deep in her gravelly throat. Enjoy that, Okuni.
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