Ryan was faced with a tall raven haired man with a gun. This was a highly unusual situation for him and he would rather not be shot. He looked at the ice that had spread across the battle field and thanked god he had gotten used to icy floors. Sometimes this whole ice thing isn't so bad.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to let me go? I haven't done anything wrong and I really just got here." Ice was spreading near him the more he talked and he was kinda hoping he could use that to his advantage. He looked at the other girl with ice and decided to try and imitate her. 

"I'm really sorry about this!" He formed a semi sharp spear of ice and hurled it directly at the raven haired man and began moving as soon as it left his hands. He skated around the battlefield like a professional skater, because he had to become a professional skater these past few months. Otherwise he would become intimate friends with the floor.