*Okay, okay, I'm through...* Somehow I was catching breath in my mind, having cut many corners to get the fight (somewhat literally, given the chipping on my magnets). As I floated towards the ruckus that seemed so very close to ending, Anthony narrowly slid past like some misplaced dancer on ice. I would've 'smirked' if it weren't for the increasingly cold current running through the cave, getting a bit annoyed as Anthony was just out of reach of my magnet. Not even a muttering Kyreum seemed able to break the cold spell, a seething glare which seemed stab right through the frozen Graveler (obviously not literally). I could probably do with sub-zero temperatures but the same couldn't be said to my other party members, and there was suddenly a renewed urgency which seemed to fade a bit since the village/town.

With that said, by the time I thought of an attack, we had two wild Pokemon left to lie belly first by each other's feet/floating bodies/whatever, much to my chargin. "Alright, I know I'm late, but admittedly that was a rather anti-climactic fight." I wasn't really talking or moaning to anyone in particular but I was still bemused at how easy the fight was, given I wasn't even needed for most of it. Considering only a small chunk of fish meat was missing and Anthony became a hockey puck, things were in fact pretty good. Well, aside from the light coating of frost, which distinctively stood out from the cave's natural ice slopes like some sort of moss. "Are we... close, Kyreum? Surely that wasn't the elite guard." A hint of trepidation stood out in my voice, having spotted Josh suffering from early-onset hypothermia.