[He wants to draw his swords, but he can't, and he won't. Instead, he lets the cold seep around him, forcing the warmth out of the very ground.
The rain, the water covering the clothes of the attackers, freezes, and ice forms on top of that. They can breathe, but it's hard to shoot a gun entombed in ice. They won't be going anywhere soon, not with their feet chained to the ground with ice.
At least, Thassarian hopes.
He steps forward, ignoring the screaming and cursing being directed at him by their muggers. He reaches out for the priest, patting his shoulders gingerly.]
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[He wants to draw his swords, but he can't, and he won't. Instead, he lets the cold seep around him, forcing the warmth out of the very ground.
The rain, the water covering the clothes of the attackers, freezes, and ice forms on top of that. They can breathe, but it's hard to shoot a gun entombed in ice. They won't be going anywhere soon, not with their feet chained to the ground with ice.
At least, Thassarian hopes.
He steps forward, ignoring the screaming and cursing being directed at him by their muggers. He reaches out for the priest, patting his shoulders gingerly.]
Ashraf, are you...are you alright?