Wearing a warframe wasn't like wearing a suit; there was something more to it, something indiscernible. Many people talk about how their cars might have a personality, but there was something more when piloting a warframe. It had a presence. Through transference, Bisi didn't control Frost, she communed with it.
It was amazing to be strong, to be big, to be whole again. Bisi was never fully comfortable except when she was comfortably tucked inside a warframe. And it was refreshing to suddenly see chaos break out. Peace rested uncomfortably on her shoulders; her place was to guard, to protect, to defend. Her warframe jumped into action, sweeping into the street in front of the deer and started to channel her power through it. Frost converted her raw void power into icey energy, which he released in a massive ephemeral globe that enveloped the street. Kirin that swept through the border were immediately slowed, as if running through a time rift. Snow and ice collected on their skin until they found themselves completely encased in ice.
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It was amazing to be strong, to be big, to be whole again. Bisi was never fully comfortable except when she was comfortably tucked inside a warframe. And it was refreshing to suddenly see chaos break out. Peace rested uncomfortably on her shoulders; her place was to guard, to protect, to defend. Her warframe jumped into action, sweeping into the street in front of the deer and started to channel her power through it. Frost converted her raw void power into icey energy, which he released in a massive ephemeral globe that enveloped the street. Kirin that swept through the border were immediately slowed, as if running through a time rift. Snow and ice collected on their skin until they found themselves completely encased in ice.