Zero cursed under his breath when he received no response. Either the com-links were down or the others were too preoccupied. No matter how he sliced it, the ice-meta was on his own it seemed. He forced himself to his feet, trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain. Finally, he dug out a lighter from one of the cabinet drawers and clicked it on to ensure it still worked. Thankfully, a small flame flickered to life from it and that was all Zero needed to see. He staggered his way over to a trash bin and dug out yesterday's newspaper, rolling it up into a cylindrical shape. He ignited the lighter, but before he could hold the paper over the flame he heard the screeching of a man-owl from somewhere behind him. Before he could react any further the mutant bird creature collided with him.

With the bird so close, Zero took the opportunity to get in a devastating blow. An icy, dagger-like blade extended from one of his wrists and he managed to bury it deep in what he hoped was the man-owl's ribcage. Now screeching in pain, the owl and Zero both tumbled to the floor and while the bird mutant writhed in pain Zero desperately searched for the lighter and newspaper, having lost his grip on them during the struggle. He couldn't find them, but he noticed the owl trying to stagger back to its feet, "Oh no, not on your LIFE, you BASTARD!" Zero did the only thing he could think off. As quick as he could manage, he forced his hands around the creature's throat and let his powers take over. A little known fact about most creatures was that their bodies were almost 90% water. That seemed to include the man-owls, as Zero managed to slowly but surely solidify the creature's innards until it became frozen from the inside-out, not exactly a pleasant thing to look at.

The ice-meta breathed heavily, the combination of using his powers like that and his wound surely taking more of a toll on his fatigue than he likely otherwise would be feeling in other situations. He continued looking for the lighter and paper, but they were apparently lost in the struggle, "Damn it... ugh!" Zero grunted, the sharp pain in his side forcing him down to one knee. He failed, or so he thought, anyway. But, like some kind of miracle from on high, another owl crashed into the kitchen and seemed to be lodged into the microwave. That was all it took, as a small fire started up then and there.

Whether he meant to do that or if it was a complete and utter accident, Zero didn't care. El Sasquatcho came through in the pinch, and the whole gym soon found itself in a rush of showering waters, "Let's see how tough you bastards are now..." the ice-meta grunted as he struggled his way back toward the fray. Weakened and beginning to lose blood, Zero stumbled into the main area and thrust his arms out, still trying to ignore the pain, "One instant cold snap... coming right up..." he said with a painful rasp in his voice. His powers started working its magic. All the water now covering the rooms began to drop in temperature, including the bits of it currently soaking the man-owls, "Hope you fuckers like hypothermia!"