> John starts off towards the forest, looking back every few minutes to make sure Ice is still there. Once they reached the forest John started to move a bit slower, trying to minimize the sound that he created every time he stepped on a dead leaf. Eventually, they reached the site of the explosion. "Shit," John muttered. There were dead Blades scattered around and one tree had been blown up. "Looks like there's an Outcast running around with an affinity for pyrotechnics."

"Seems like it," Ice says, icing down on of the trees that was still on fire. She covers the tree with ice and leaves it that way, following John closely behind. "Hopefully they're a friendly. I don't think I would have the best time with a pyro Outcast." She stares down at her now, full on, iced hands. She clenches them together and the ice shatters, exposing her soft, pale skin. She sighs and continues to follow John.