Flipping the cloak back over his shoulders, Ancalagon gestures for them to move to their weapons. His snout slowly split into an evil looking grin. Rolling his shoulders, he waited for them to turn their backs and where moving to their equipment, before casting a Wall of ice spell in a hemisphere around their stuff. He then made two more walls, these standing upright to a height of 20ft, that ended in a open point behind him. An obvious challenge. Make it out of the triangle, past him.<br/><br/>He was still silent as the grave, just giving them that same evil smile.