Yumi didn’t attack — she arrived with intent and perfect lighting, gliding into chaos like it’s her stage. If that was an ambush, then elegance is officially a weapon.
Alexandra and Pixel were walking quietly through the snowy streets.
"I’m telling you, Pixel, if we don’t find a hot chocolate in the next five minutes, I’m moving to another city!" Alexandra joked, shivering.
Pixel laughed, adjusting her scarf. "Stop complaining, look how beautiful it is. It looks like a movie set."
Alexandra was about to talk back when, suddenly, a compact white mass slammed into her shoulder with a thud, spraying powder all the way down her neck.