All Joren could do was nod his head at Cornelius' instructions. "Watch and learn!" As he yelled this, Joren reached out his hands in the direction of on coming troops, his eye's glowed white and the the're guns froze in the're hands rendering them unusable. Joren quickly capitalized by making the ice on the guns spread through out the're bodies and turning them into frozen statues. Joren's hand morphed into a sword of ice, he ran at the statues and swiftly sliced them to pieces. As Joren finished with those troops, three more came from another direction. Joren quickly put both of his hands on the wall and sent ice to fill up the hallway, then he made another wall of ice between Joren and Cornelius and the troops, Then with deep concentration, Joren drastically lowered the temperature on the other side of the wall until the movement from the troops on the other side slowly stopped. Joren then turned to Cornelius. "See? I can be creative."