Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
Marzanna's attention was fully in the grip of the gashadokuro as it lifted her from her spot. Frozen, white legs dangled uselessly as her hands clutched at the bones, pale hair falling over her face as she was jerked upward.
"This is a terrible idea," she cautioned again, but it seemed the skeleton either did not care or did not have the sentience to recognize her warnings. Chernobog's sudden appearance was a balm to her unbeating heart, but she spared her husband only a glance as her hands went fast to the skeleton's hand. Ice began to form around bone, covering it, seeping into the cracks and making it as brittle as she could manage.
She did not have time enough to complete the process; a wide, open mouth bore down on her, and Marzanna was forced to bring her hands up to hold it back. Ice started in around the thing's teeth, winding down her arms as she struggled to hold the gashadokuro at bay and save herself.