After Kholodny stands up and charges a bit more, he begins to be bombarded by the sound bombs from the ships that Tablurath sent after him. He growls angrily at them, and ceases charging, a powerful, thick cap of ice forming on his cannon arm, sealing the wind and magic inside. “WHY are you so fucking persistent! I have never done anything to you or your army Tablurath!” The ice on his left arm begins to grow and change, crawling up his arm, past his shoulder, forming over the left side of his neck and face. It takes the shape of half of a furious Griffon face, a ferocious beak made out of ice covering half his mouth, though not impeding his speech. An eagle eye forms over his own, sharp and brutal, like the most badass eye patch in the world. Khold's left eye is no longer visible, but he has no trouble seeing through it. This is an unconscious change for Kholodny. In his building rage, Stribog's link with him is becoming stronger and stronger, the old god bleeding into his mannerisms and his power leaking out even more. He can barely hear himself even think above the auditory assault, though he feels no pain, his pain nerves being dead and all, but he howls at the ships, Stribog's rage leaking through. “I'll KILL you! You want me to surrender quietly?! You lost that chance a long time ago you coward! There is no escape from the cold of the Russian Winter!!” This is directed at the Commader Tablurath, though he is no longer around. Kholodny cares not, these mooks interest him no more than an insect would.

With his arm capped and his charging stopped for now, Khold now has access to his other powers again, though he's lost the use of his left hand for the time being until he fires that cannon. His right arm will be more than enough though, in a situation like this. As the ships continue to fire at him, he turns to face the leftmost one. A noise akin to a train whistle begins to sound as the winds start to whip around fast and furious. Khold holds his right hand out as a hollow cone of ice forms in front of him. He directs the howling wind in two parts. One wraps itself, spinning around the one, diverting the sound in front of him to the sides, the ground to the left and right of him cracking from the increased force of the sound waves. The other use of the wind is to take purchase under Khold's frame and begin to raise him up, the cone rising with him as his body lifts off of the ground, a harsh echo beginning to creep into his voice as Stribog's grizzled personality comes through “You boys aren't the only ones who can fly around here.”

With that, he launches himself at the ship, the winds carrying him at 300 miles per hour, crossing the small gap in between them in less than a second. The cone stays in front of him the whole time, deflecting the sound and then ramming itself deep into the hull of the craft. Khold has no idea the kind of damage it will do, but he does know what it SHOULD do. First, just from the nature of being a giant spike, it should tear a hole at least large enough to allow Khold inside the ship. Second, the abysmally low temperature of the ice should begin to quickly freeze the hull and everything inside. 

Khold continues on to land on top of the craft, turning towards the other ships. Raising his right hand, a large ball of winds forms, a miniature typhoon of 400 mile per hour wind and ice held in his hand before launching off at the side of the other military unit. These winds cut at the microscopic level, which should be more than enough to tear through the hull of something like the ships he's currently facing. At least he thinks so. He's never tried.