[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. Ronin gritted his teeth as the icicles and mounds of snow continued to batter against his shield, and he managed to force them a few steps back where the barrage wasn't so forceful, but it far from stopped. He felt tears prickle in the back of his eyes at the sheer force of will to stay conscious with the noise of it all. Then the peal of that single, awful note pierced through his ears and he swayed on his feet, the shield flickering. "Go," he managed to say to Remi, giving the alchemist as good a shove as he was able to in the other direction as if that would help him to run. In the meantime, he turned to face the banshee, shaking out his free hand and the blades he knew lay in the knuckles. With the scream pervading his thoughts and causing his body to shudder and rebel, Ronin ploughed forward in a motion more clumsy than it was intentional, aiming to slash at the banshee's face in the hope that it might shut her up.