Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them.

Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?