Ванесса Ледяная Стрела

Less talk, more action.

I’ve always excelled at poisons.

Oh, I’m just warming up!

I will have my revenge!

Did you really think I would come to this fight alone!?

I’ve been waiting for this.

Frostfire!

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Why hello.

Your aim is sharp.

I didn't mean that.

There is ice in my veins, you know.

Thanks.

Sorry for that.

Time to make my exit.

I aim winter's bow!

Better speed it up.

Hm...

Choices, choices...

What would father have done?

Not too many cards left...

My cards are gone!

I need a weapon. Seriously!

I’m low on mana.

That one’s tired.

One attack at a time.

Let it get ready.

Too many cards!

My side is full.

That one’s too smart to go out in the open.

That would be a ‘no.’

I can’t hit that.

Take out the taunting one first.

Not going to happen.

Why fire an arrow when you can freeze it?

Happy New Year!

And with it, bring the storm.

I can throw daggers or snowballs. Your choice.

I'm struck cold!

Happy New Year!

Fire is a useful feint in my line of work.

The Deadmines arr in my blood, just like me father before me.

Is it really Hallow’s End? Or are you just imagining it?

I don't do "Noble”-garden.

My spitting image!