Cold stare was quiet. The ice affected him not in the least he simply stayed in the spot awaiting the other to break free. He saw the one who froze the warrior and the question asked had the same answer Cold stare applied to the dwellers of this village. As a reflex he brought his blade vertically to his hood and then swung it wide in front of him. The fallen defender thought, Evil must spread if they are to learn their lesson. This user of ice definitely stood in the way. 

Cold stare advanced in the direction the caster was last seen he ignored obstacles and barriers moving through them. killing cowards who used them to hide. The further he got from the fires the faster his cold aura returned. This night would not be the night for a savior. This was not cold stares night either, it belonged to righteous evil in all its dark purity. He was merely a vessel for the wrong in this world to find expression. Cold stare followed the trail that caster left behind, his warmth of life would be his demise.