Squeaking sharply, Frisk only just managed to dodge the bones thrown at her, watching them embed in the snow nearby before vanishing in soft blue light. Her gaze turned pleadingly towards the short skeleton, silently begging him not to fight. She wasn't good at fighting, and she didn't want to anyway!<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">I gotta say, you're a bone-ified expert at this.</span></strong>" Frisk snickered, hoping to throw him off guard with her terrile humour. It had worked on the other Sans she had met, maybe this one would be the same? "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Tibia-nest that nearly hit me!</strong></span>"