Gilfred blinked, the familiarity of the voice had caught him a bit off guard, still he persisted not wanting to lose the momentary advantage that he had achieved he gritted his teeth and shifted the sleeping Thema. "Gilfred Mason, Metal elementalist." He said with a clarity that surprised him given the situation. Still he set his jaw and turned his mind to the shards and Gawain, the first of which had begun to spin slightly as if anticipating having to cut through the air. He silently hoped for a better outcome than that, though silently he prepared for the worst.

Silently behind the figures, Gawain lifted his nose, breathing in familiar smells, he too began to be caught a bit off guard. This feeling betrayed the creature as it rose slightly, sending a few pebbles from it's perch, all of which sounded like an avalanche to the Enfeild, who began to inch backwards trying to mitigate whatever giveaway it had just committed.