Ami had only lost two pieces, and she was already half-naked. It was becoming very clear that odds were not in her favor. If she lost even a single other piece... Ami gulped, and tried to force the thought out of her mind. No, this was over.
"I, I refuse... this isn't at all fair. I am not falling into this trap, Berthi-" Ami reached out to put her hands to her sides and get to her feet. It would take some explaining, but better she sought help now before she was wearing any less.
Only her hands never reached her chair. Ami bit back a gasp as a downright freezing sensation shot through her body with a rippling chill. She stared down in growing horror, and realized why. A thin barrier of ice had formed around the legs of the chair, binding her ankles to it.
"What are you doing!?"
"A match is a match, my dear, and I have no intention of letting you leave until we are through. Now... your. move." Berthier's previous pleasantry faded away into a displeased frown. "Try that again and you will not be happy with what comes next." She held up a gloved hand, and while Ami didn't expect the girl to cheat, she really didn't want any more of her body exposed to that chilling frost of hers.
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