Zanni suddenly feels a chill down his spine. Cold never really bothered him, until this point. This icy touch was colder than a witches tit. Zanni literally started shrinking and his body and arms became very floppy, like a jellyfish. The children he once pushed down a high staircase and himself now had something in common: paralysis from the neck down.

[b][color=00aeef]"C...C...C..."[/color][/b]

Zanni breathed in.

[b][color=00aeef]"COLD, I TELL YOU, COLD!!!"[/color][/b]

Zanni breathed out.

[b][color=00aeef]"N-nice meeting you, popsicle stranger... Brrrr..."[/color][/b] ([@Dealdric])

Zanni knew he could rather have this ice pick as a friend than a foe. Seizing control over all these people had to wait a long time. As Zanni started to feel his limbs again, the rotating blades that were forcefull jammed in the skin of the abomination now started to cut through its fleshy chest, with hopefully a mortal wound soon. Also, Zanni noticed a very particular sound.

[b][color=6ecff6]"What? Is someone operating the elevator?"[/color] [/b]([@King Cosmos],[@Illiren])