An explosion and a strong gust of wind, followed by a smaller explosion. Evan winced at least twice. Yeah, they really were going to get loud, weren't they? It's not entirely that bad with the furred earflaps on his modified coonskin cap.

Oddly enough, it's being amidst a battle that only made him calmer, being more used to fighting than talking.
A deep inhale. Blood sight, eyes glowing gold. Six fleshy bundles of blood vessels incoming. 
While he yet felt the courage, Evan walked up to beside Jazdia and uttered. "[color=6ecff6]Just 'Evan' is fine.[/color]"

A large hand made of 1m³ dry ice emerged above Evan in a third of a second, and immediately it careened itself towards one of the first two incoming men that Louise didn't shoot, shaping itself into a fist. As it reaches the man, Evan himself loses control of it for being out of his range, but he surely gave it enough spin to hinder or impact the three men behind the first two, even if the target dodges it.

A bassy thud would ensue as it hits the floor.