Nate's ring was shining brilliantly as he cleaved through umps with his halberd. He mentally kept count as he slashed; it was an old habit he had obtained over the years. He shivered as his muscles struggled for warmth.

"Damn this cold. How many of these can there be?!" Nate lamented to no one in particular. He thanked the heavens for the gloves, lest his hands be permanently bonded to the pole of his halberd. He lashed out at an imp then kept several more at bay with long, arching strikes. "I'd settle for a vacation, though." A blinding beam blasted several imps, forcing their retreat. He sighed has he reposted and secured Today's flank. "They may be weak but let's not get sloppy. Stay focused."