Amos watched as more people arrived upon the beach. He was particularly intrigued with the wave of water becoming ice and knew that these people were not mortals, not that he could see right away that is. So displays of power were being done he thought, perhaps he could show what he was capable of while in the sun. He muttered something in a dead language, and a ball that seemed to absorb light appeared in his hands, growing slightly as it crackled. A beam then erupted from the ball, aiming for the wall of ice and shattering it. Shards of ice then flew everywhere. If he had a face to smile with he would be, for now dark chuckles could be heard.