Frost Bites - Part Three

Free of rider Chase banks sharply, using the gusts of winds to speed him along, his eyes focus on those lanky shapes, Chase begins a hissing whisper creatinf a storm of snow before him to mask his attack run, the dragons razor keen talons flex in anticipation of the violence about to ensue.

Wynter brings up her blade as the creature/things come out of the ice. She whispers to her flaming blade and the twin serphants of flame uncurl from it's flaming surface. Another set of words brings a small portion of the flame and enlarges it greatly. Larger and larger as she steps forward. By the time she's at a run it's the size of a bonfire as she heads towards the great ice horse.

A glance at Catriona clues Merri into the idea he's said something to upset, but there's no time to replay the tape. "Lir's Bloody Gears," he utters, though not in reaction to Ruby's questionable deal-making. Narwhal. Big freaking one. And it's trapped in ice along with its prey? Or is /it/ the victim? "That is one huge bit of off-kilter," he presently agrees with Ruby. Starting forward across the ice, he belatedly glowers at Catriona again over his shoulder, wary and skeptical. "You think this can get /more/ insane?" Rather than targeting the relatively smaller beings as they abandon ship, he trains his senses on the massive critter, gauging the narwhal's state, in the face of such cruel butchery.

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