She wasn't expecting it, and as injured as she was, all her attention was on Rufus.
Bones snap under the tentacle assault. She's dashed against the wall like waves crashing on the rocks. Blood sprays across the wall, the floor, and Rufus' very cold, very still form.
Worse for Mikhaila, all the precious heat she'd drawn out flees under Cait's power.
It only takes seconds. With her vital essence drained, she falls to the floor, heart not beating, not breathing, in a pool of blood that glitters with ice crystals.
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