Neron also wrinkles his nose at that; he's clearly of a similar mindset, and he doesn't want anything to do with the Greatwood (or Remi Taliesin, for that matter, not more than he already has done). Luckily, Wessex provides both a distraction and an outlet, and yes, ice is nice, so the Hailstorm sees no reason to switch things up just yet. He's not surprised when the Wraith darts so easily out of the way; already he's trying to change trajectory, aiming for a spray of icicles where he thinks she'll be next.
There's just that small matter of the electric orbs. With wide blue eyes, Neron watches as his lance of ice fractures and bursts apart, the Hailstorm shielding his eyes from any fallout. [say]"That's new,"[/say] he calls out as a compliment, promptly engaging his cloaking upgrade to fade into nothing against the snow. Combined with his illusion magic to disguise his footsteps, he hopes that Wessex won't catch him sneaking about.
There's just that small matter of the electric orbs. With wide blue eyes, Neron watches as his lance of ice fractures and bursts apart, the Hailstorm shielding his eyes from any fallout. [say]"That's new,"[/say] he calls out as a compliment, promptly engaging his cloaking upgrade to fade into nothing against the snow. Combined with his illusion magic to disguise his footsteps, he hopes that Wessex won't catch him sneaking about.
