That old guy who had saved him earlier had never introduced himself properly. So Khold just kind of waved when he saw him come out of the hole. Then the guy sort of asked him to improve his weapons, which looked to be some kind of whips wrapped around his hands. Before Khold could really do anything with them he sort of meandered off to the top of a hill.

Boy, for a guy who was moving so fast earlier it's sure taking him a long time to catch up. Turns out there wasn't a need for quickness afterall. That's unfortunate, because he thought that Tablurath was pretty fast. If he's not fast, and the only thing going for him are those annoying and piddly swords. Well, that's not much going for him is it? Khold sniggered and rubbed his nose with his right hand. "Alright, that's chill. I'll just keep making this cannon better." Though, best not to get too confident yet. He saw him move earlier, and he was hecka fast. Something must be keeping him up right now. 

Inside of the tube he had formed around his hand he began manipulating the frigid spear on a molecular level, spliting the crystalline weapon into a plethora of smaller but horrendously sharp fragments. Each of which was about the same length but one seventh the size of the original.

Why one seventh? That's an oddly specific number Khold.

You're right, nameless voice from somewhere! The spear inside of the barrel itself split off into seven separate fragments, each of them just as deadly as the original. "This is gonna be some sort of ice shotgun, of frozen death. I have got to start naming my contraptions. They're getting pretty complex." Another moment and he began pumping more wind into his cannon arm, a lot of it. No small amount either, we're talking air being visibly sucked into the weapon. You can see the vacuum sucking air in and letting none out. Inside Kholodny's essence, Stribog is giving him advice on the best type of weapon to make. The old god has been doing this for a very long time.