“With all respect…If you are not ready, perhaps you should not have been chosen for such a mission…”

[color=6ecff6]"And yet I was, so just how vital must a rook like me be to such a mission completion versus someone as eager as a pawn like you?"[/color]

He let their respective values hang in the air before Freeze did his best to continue sculpting his skillset by looping the materials to review as the hours passed fairly wordlessly, trying to be efficiently multi-tasking, he was spending the hours passively charging up spare anti-batteries. He could either link the pistol to his suit, or load a battery and use the same connection to power more batteries, he could not do both at the same time. A change to be rectified if the suit ever sees revision. 

There was no buildup of lactic acid in his joints as the pointman took a moment to bring them to attention. Then the stillness exploded into action. The arctic one dropped to one knee as he opened fire, so to speak, in sweeping motions rather than precise shots. Be it fortune or planning, those attacking him were using blunted weapons to prevent suit breach as he took a club to the ribs and upside the peripheral of his helmet. He wasn't sure how many he was hitting, but he tried to keep cool as he released three second sweeps of radiating cold strong enough to pin people in place or bring single limbs to shocking frigidity that might shatter upon striking him next time.