Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 26: [1.26] Heisty Type (Part 4)

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Gelic found her body wriggling into the armor’s helmet on its own. It was a tight squeeze, and she was surprised her hairy, bulbous body could fit at all. Fortunately, whoever wore it in a time long past had a fairly large head. Still, she had to slot her arms and the tiara out the front-facing eye slit, since it was just too cramped otherwise. And, regrettably, because of her horns banging against the top, she couldn’t get quite as much of herself in as she’d like, leaving everything below the equivalent of her waist exposed. Perhaps that was for the best, since it still allowed a free range of movement for her lower half while providing decent protection. And Gelic needed that nimbleness once she started moving again. Frost once more exuded from her body, but this time there was a lot more control, produced only by her theoretical feet. Then her—it was still hard to call them legs, but whatever nubby limb-like appendages protruded from her bottom—began swaying back and forth in a rhythmic pattern, scooting her forward along the suddenly slippery ground. She was skating. That was the only way to call it. Frost would appear inches in front of her mere moments before she should hit the dry floor, creating a path of glacial wonderment that Angelica could glide across with ease. Funny, because she didn’t actually know how to ice-skate, at least not to this degree. She’d tried a few times in college, barely able to stay upright and in a straight line for more than a few seconds at a time. Her legs were built to stomp through the woods, not eloquently skim across a frozen lake. Now it felt so natural. Assuredly, the Order was helping, but likely, her stout form and denser weight distribution were also doing a lot in keeping her balanced. And she was keeping up an otherwise unwieldy speed, to the point that the guard had to genuinely begin sprinting to keep up with her. His movements were now so laborious that he couldn’t aim properly, but he still fired regardless, hitting everything but the fleeing Demon. Eventually, he’d do more financial damage than the value of what was being stolen. It was also around this point that Gelic realized the man had never actually reloaded his rifle. Maybe that was some form of magic? [Might increased] While elegantly gliding down the halls, the Imp received that notice. She found it a bit strange. With the dextrous action, it felt more like Competence should be increasing, or at least Creativity. But the act of using the skill really had nothing to do with how well she was skating. No, all that mattered was the exertion of frost beneath her feet. And then the radius of it suddenly increased. [Frost Touch Lv.2] [Might increased] [Creativity increased] [Glacial Attunement increased] Since her body was doing most of the work keeping her alive, only needing to make minor adjustments herself when she felt wobbly, Angelica took a glance at her MP. She had initially recovered a good bit after all of her Order Rejection attempts, but the persistent Active Skill use was definitely making it drain steadily. She was currently at 54, which then ticked to 53, then 52. It wasn’t an absurdly fast depletion, but it also wasn’t exactly comforting knowing that she was working against a clock. Fortunately, the museum entrance wasn’t too far now, at least from what she remembered. Since Gelic only knew the one route, she had to assume that the Order was taking her the same way back. Even if it was basically a cheat that let her use her body in ways she couldn’t normally imagine herself capable of, it still couldn’t know what she didn’t know, or what her Summoner—still her—didn’t know. And if it started picking random directions, that could be disastrous. There was one slight diversion from what Gelic expected. When they reached the atrium, she found herself veering away from skating straight ahead, but it made sense. In the middle of the room lay a patch of grass. Why? Probably some nonsensical artsy or vibes-based re