[color=f7941d] [i]'Owwwwww'[/i][/color] was the most prevalent thought going through Ignis' mind as he essentially tackled the ice spirit, eventually passing straight through it and ending up on the other side once the icy beast started to tip over. Ignis had two types of energy; one kind was excess heat that he pulled in and amplified from the environment. This was energy he could easily absorb or release with no real issue. The other kind of energy was heat that was incorporated into his very being; essentially, it [i]was[/i] him. He could replenish it over time, but not near as quickly as he could draw in excess energy.  A lot of the heat he forced into the spirit was simply excess energy he had amplified for his attack, but since the ice spirit's magic was quick to bite back through his attack, he could not avoid losing some energy from himself. It was painful sensation which was stretched across his entire "body," but he had been through worse. For now, he had to focus; the ice spirit wouldn't give up that easily.

As Ignis started to turn around, he floated himself up closer to the ceiling so he could get a quick look at the situation. The whole pub was in chaos, with bullets flying and spirits fighting, but from the moment Ignis had to watch, he saw one of the children get shot, and the other being dragged away. Eli looked to be going for the girl, and in different situations, Ignis might have helped, but he did not doubt for a moment how Helen would react. She would go straight for the boy, not really concerned with the threats around her. Of course, that was what he was for. 

The ice spirit was probably the greatest danger to Helen, so his target had not changed. Just as Ignis was starting to figure out how to react, he felt a pleasant warmth radiating from the ice spirit's direction. Nahor, the steam horse, had hit the frozen beast with a nice blast of steaming water. [color=f7941d][i]'Ah, that's what I needed. Got to love that boiling equine.'[/i][/color] Ignis thought with a smile crossing his flame-covered face.

Although Ignis could not immediately heal himself from the excess heat, he could draw it in to help fuel his fire. He wanted to engulf the ice spirit in a stream of fire, but he had to remember where he was. This was a pub, and a crowded one. Helen would probably be upset if he burned it down, so he had to be a bit more precise. [color=f7941d]"Freeze this you overgrown icicle!"[/color] He shouted as he started to launch small, but intense balls of fire at the spirit. Now that Helen was not moments from being impaled, he could afford to keep his distance. He did not know how much it would take to knock the ice spirit out of the fight completely, but at the very least, it could not just ignore him.