[The salamander writhes quickly at first, energetically waving its head and flailing its forelegs even as its back half goes limp. Clouds of icy vapor studded with solid chunks emerge from its mouth, even as it slows and sinks to the ground. It takes almost another minute before the breathing stops.
One by one Toby unhooks her blades and limbs and gets up. Even with her own enchantments against cold, ice coats her blades and her leathery-scaly skin is frost tinged. Her jaw is set. She doesn't want to complain that it hurts, the cold and her own accelerated healing both.]
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One by one Toby unhooks her blades and limbs and gets up. Even with her own enchantments against cold, ice coats her blades and her leathery-scaly skin is frost tinged. Her jaw is set. She doesn't want to complain that it hurts, the cold and her own accelerated healing both.]