Evan backed off as the heat the immortal bodies exhumed threatened to reach his body, poking tiny holes at the thin ice armor around his chest. At this moment he wore around five layers of it on areas where he's fully clothed, and only one layer on exposed skin like his hands and face.
	He's fully unsuited to fight these thugs, it seems. Everything he creates will just melt. Not enough power to pierce the body.
	Should he just refocus on that old man? Louise can handle these thugs.

The wargs' mouths were drenched in blood, and with their partially melted faces, they looked extremely horrifying. Perhaps this is merely their true nature, exposed.
	As they recover a little from what measly mana the dead captain had, they turn around to see that the other captain wasn't there anymore. Instead in the distance was a bright purple wisp lodged in a golden glowing eggshell. They ran towards it but stopped mid-way, piwaiting for the purple beacon to explode from a safe distance.
	
Evan too walked, approaching the old man. He needn't run, lest he wanted to face the full force of what emerges from bright purple arrow tips. That shield... He had a few ideas on how to pierce it, and he rared to test them out. Even though his confidence towards his piercing power waned.
	He had nothing left to do but try.