Terry dodged all three incoming plasma shots without really trying to, instead forcing himself to lean forward, unbalancing himself in preparation of the upcoming recoil. The minions were probably expecting a gout of flame. His team definitely did. Talon, that was an open question, but he was canny enough, and had dealt with Terry often enough despite not being in the same division of DOMINION, to know that Terry had a fascination with making things that shot impossible ammo, or many different kinds of impossible ammo.<br/><br/>In this case, what came out was a not quite harmful, but would be in a second, blast of ice cold air, the pilot light obliterated in a heartbeat as the temperatures plummeted to zero, and kept falling as ice formed around the nozzle. "Stay behind me. Ghost, get the hostage!"<br/><br/>The shot worked on the same principle as the Advanced Materials, or A.M., of his burst rifle and scatter cannon, a thin aura of magic holding a semi-stable 'slug' together until it hit something, at which point the field collapsed and the slug reacted as was its nature when not supported by magic. Usually, this caused a boom. In this case, it was the same effect as the freeze gun he had showed the scientists back at the MASTER base labs. Aiming it was a bitch, but as long as nothing 'friendly' was in front of him and he was in a confined area, he wasn't terribly worried about missing. He was worried about the fact that the arm with the launcher had already frozen up, and the hand he was stabilizing the arm with was starting to freeze to it, and the actual round hadn't even been released yet.<br/><br/>(Athletics 2,1,3<br/>Mandatory charge up round!)