[center][h2][color=f7941d]Ambrose Rothfield[/color][/h2]
[b]Traverse Town, Third District[/b][hr][hr][/center]
	Huh, now [i]that[/i] wasn't something he was expecting - more shields. By then, the gauntlets whirring came to an end as he utilized it to freeze one of the shields in place, as briefly as it was. Slowing down, Ambrose staggered a bit when he caught his oversized wrench in his hand, nearly causing him to fall over. With all his momentum killed, Ambrose went on the defensive, raising his wrench and gauntlet to shield himself as he braced for the worst.

	Peaking behind the fist, he immediately clenched his teeth as he felt a breeze pass by his head before ducking back into the meager cover he had. As he was ready to lower his fist, he felt something bang against his gauntlet before shattering to pieces. [color=f7941d]"Great, jus' what I needed,"[/color] he hissed as he stopped defending as began to run forward, huffing and puffing as he rolled out of the way of an ice shard sent his way by a shield.

	... approach at your own peril? Ambrose squinted, studying the man as he continued to dash around, alternating between blocking and rolling out of the way. His foot lurched forward towards the Imperator, but the other went in the opposite direction, causing him to stumble awkwardly for a second. Barely avoiding a shard of ice, the young man saw as he created an icy floor... with ice spikes that jutted out...

	... bah, he couldn't even pin down the timing on it all!

	... but why did he exactly create the extra layer of insulation against their attacks? While he did notice the shields breaking after one blow, Ambrose could gamble on one thing as he grit his teeth, enduring an attack with his gauntlet - he would just create more if he could... well, that's what he thought as he came full circle back to Flowers, Gabs, and Twinkles.

	[color=f7941d]"So this is jus' peachy,"[/color] he grunted as he halted to avoid getting speared on an icicle, furrowing his eyebrows. He blinked as he ducked and bobbed between Babel's ice bolts, but ultimately got hit a few times... thank god for Flower's shields.

	[color=f7941d]"So, both y'all,"[/color] Ambrose came to a pause, putting his gauntlet arm up and his wrench as well to safeguard his being. [color=f7941d]"D'ya gotta-"[/color] he stopped mid-sentence as he caught a strange pattern with one of the ice spikes near Babels. Pursing his lips, he focused on it for a bit, only to be brought back to reality with a chunk of ice thunking at his wrist. Flinching, he turned his head a little to look at the rest.

	[color=f7941d]"... plan... I think I got one, but,"[/color] he winced at the thought as well as the shot that finally broke the shield Aerith put up, causing another frost bolt to wiz past his leg, tearing up the side of his pants and causing pain to surge to his legs. [color=f7941d]"Ugh... h-hey Twinkles, see that wind spell you were casting t'deflect th-those icicles back at Babels,"[/color] he hissed out, his explanation seemingly being more of a command than a question.

	[color=f7941d]"A-and Flower's, mind castin' that fancy shield spell thing on me? I'll probably n-need it if I don't wanna-"[/color] Ambrose grunted as he blocked another ice shard. [color=f7941d]"... possibly get impaled..."[/color][hr][@RyuShura][@Double]