NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron absolutely allows it, the Hailstorm walking in stride with his fellow Ascended. They are a study in opposites, Nate dressed for Torchline and Neron in his customary black, his thick coat and leather gloves telling of much colder climes. It's true that they feel neither hot nor cold, but it's the fitting in that counts. You know, unless you're Nate. Still, he goes wherever the other man leads him, having never been to the Hollowed Grounds before.
"Depends on the situation," he says in response to the other man. "For here and now? I'd say ice. Deepfrost will be on our side, and I can always make the ice block-shaped if you insist on bricks." He grins. "It's also a magic I have at my fingertips. I don't know about you, but I don't feel like lifting rocks."
"Depends on the situation," he says in response to the other man. "For here and now? I'd say ice. Deepfrost will be on our side, and I can always make the ice block-shaped if you insist on bricks." He grins. "It's also a magic I have at my fingertips. I don't know about you, but I don't feel like lifting rocks."
