Yellow - Icicle Dodge

Free walked forward, immediately taking an explosion to the chest as he popped a bubble. Another bomb took off a chunk of his shoulder, and a third hit the side of his head, but they may as well have been ordinary bubbles for all the damage they did. “Wolf-wolves, wolf-wolves,” he began, power crackling through his body as he channeled his magic. A shard of ice materialized in his right hand and he chucked it violently towards Yellow with deadly speed, ignoring the exploding bubble his arm passed through as he threw.

Crying out in surprise, Yellow ducked and the icicle whizzed past her head, clipping her hat and sending it flying off towards her team on the sidelines.

“Damn,” Free groaned, looking down at the burned fur on his arm. “Threw off my swing.”

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Round 10, FreestyleKneepad