The four yetis surrounded Frost in four different directions, thumping their chests as they waited for the eldest to give the signal. Meanwhile Frost stood in the centre with his glaive pointed forward, awaiting their charge.
The yetis weren't quite as cunning as the frost wolves, Frost only had to wait a couple seconds before they ran out of patience.
"Rahhhhhhhhh!" With the eldest roaring out the four yetis lunged at him with incredible speed. Frost smiled and welcomed the charge, truly enjoying the stress of the situation, feeling a true threat to his life. No longer able to hold back he used magic.
