Dohel was stunned the moment he felt his body temperature being lowered at a rapid pace. The only reason he had not taken any actual damage was because of the cold resistance gear he had on him at the moment. However, his body had still stiffened up slightly which had distracted him for a brief moment, and in a battle against wild beasts like these, one could not afford any lapses in their concentration.
The frost salamander in front of him took the opportunity and charged at him with its jaws wide open, aiming to rip Dohel's outstretched arm off.
As Dohel prepared to face the beast, his peripheral vision caught sight of the two other frost salamanders by either side of him, as they broke free from both the dark vines that bound it and the other was able to escape the barrage of arrows that had pinned it down.
