The last thing Xavier could remember about his previous tactic, was gliding across the wall as the wave of frost slammed against his body. His vision blurred before going completely black, while a dull ringing filled his ears as the bitter sting of frost coursed through him. With his body poised to strike and the Aura of Dread Energy cloaking his body, Xavier’s mind would have seemed to simply click off as the entirety of his body was suddenly frozen solid. With an almost inaudible metallic scraping sound, his now immobile body simply slid free of the grooves his toes were dug into and began falling to the floor.

In the same moment the Freezing Aura hit, there was an obvious shift in the actions of the Dread Energy particles that clung in the air. Before the frost had hit Xavier they had been actively pushing against a strange light that had been hindering their advancement. Just as this barrier of radiant light dissipated away, the force the particles exerted against it had diminished as well; casting an eerie stillness over the arena as the thick blanket of Dread Energy seemed to freeze in place. To most onlookers, it would surely seem as though the previous attack his opponent unleashed had done the job. 

This was only partially true. It had indeed rendered him immobile and had all but halted his brain activity; but somewhere deep within the confines of his mind he was 'awake'. Aware of only an engulfing darkness which surrounded him and bound his body in place; a disorienting sense of perpetual falling flooding what remained of his senses. He did not know it, but he felt his physical body falling at a painfully slow rate.  What exactly had happened? 

Thoughts moved like molasses while he resided within the darkness of his own mind; the wraiths of his past haunting and taunting him as they pounced like rabid animals upon this moment of weakness. Repressed memories of lives long since passed were given painful solidity in the form of stray flecks, specks and strands of Dread Energy that roiled and. quivered in place; illuminating the darkness with a soft red, bouncing glow akin to a campfire. Distorted and destroyed faces looked upon with disdain and mockery while mangled corpses of all sizes danced and lashed about his vision. As time dragged on, the images began to grow larger and come in closer, while their numbers increased in leaps and bounds until hundreds of thousands of different faces and bodies twisted about him; Xavier able to feel their presence digging into his body with every passing figure, as though chunks and pieces of his very essence were being ripped away with each graceful movement. Is this how he is to die? The souls of the damned come back to reclaim the power that was stolen from them.

Outside of his mind, Xaviers body was very nearly finished with its fall and his head now pointed towards the ground; ready to unwillingly brunt the impact. The Dread Energy Aura which surrounded his body had lost its luster; now more like a light powder coating of the energy as only the most microscopic of movements came from them as they clung to their frozen master. Feeding off the charges of the final mental commands they had very nearly received.  

With a high pitched ping Xaviers head would collide with and bounce off of the floor; sending a flash of bright red energy throughout the entirety of darkness that surrounded him. It was enough to distort the horrid faces and the high pitched ringing in his ears. For a moment. 

As the vibrations of the echo began to subside, the pieces of Dread Energy began to reappear;  their numbers amassing so as to create one large, quivering shape. With every strike of his frozen metallic body against the ground of the Arena; a flash of red light overtook his senses and helped the large mass of energy take shape.

 Finally, as his body came to rest on the ground just 2 seconds after being frozen, the image vanished from sight in one final burst of red light.