More ice pellets were tossed up into the air, forming several longer lances which hovered threateningly over the combatants. "Clear off!" Tetramis warned as she raised her hand, waiting for a brief moment before scything it downwards. The lances intimated her movements, coming straight down to pin some of the attackers to the ground for easy pickings or capture.<br/><br/>She brought her sword up at the ready, hearing Zane's instructions to decapitate the enemies. "But then doesn't decapitation work on nearly everything?" She manipulated the ice to extend, to encase them their pinned victims in ice up to their necks. She stepped forward onto a patch of thin ice  which began to climb her shoes and up to her knees, forming a set of ice boots. The cold was good, it cooled her down and reminded her that she was still alive.<br/><br/>Tetramis began walking among the prone forms, beheading every single feral she could find even as more ice lances began to form above her.