Arden would dearly like to move farther away from his nemesis - away from the hand, trailing ice down his chest and stomach, making the flesh prickle - but there is nowhere to go to remove himself. This cannot possibly be happening...<br/>"Away from me! I do not wish to know!" Arden finally snarls, showing even white teeth. The wretched stink of fear-sweat is in the air though - the fierce warrior is afraid.