[The shark, moseying through the shallows, finally darts in toward her shin, and she strikes, a spear of ice forcing itself into existence between her hand and the water in the flash of an eye. She accounts for the refraction of the water and skewers it cleanly, a cloud of blood blooming around her ankles as the shark thrashes. She hoists it out of the water, and it slides farther down the icicle toward her hand. When it stops twitching, she sighs softly, viscerally satisfied. She extracts the ice and drops it carelessly into the water to melt, then holds the small shark in both hands, peering at the hole punched through muscle and sinew and cartilage, carefully rebuilding the connections.]
I still have to see how I feel when it's gone again. But the prognosis is good, I think.
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[The shark, moseying through the shallows, finally darts in toward her shin, and she strikes, a spear of ice forcing itself into existence between her hand and the water in the flash of an eye. She accounts for the refraction of the water and skewers it cleanly, a cloud of blood blooming around her ankles as the shark thrashes. She hoists it out of the water, and it slides farther down the icicle toward her hand. When it stops twitching, she sighs softly, viscerally satisfied. She extracts the ice and drops it carelessly into the water to melt, then holds the small shark in both hands, peering at the hole punched through muscle and sinew and cartilage, carefully rebuilding the connections.]
I still have to see how I feel when it's gone again. But the prognosis is good, I think.