''How?!'' Jack Frost shouted in shock as he suddenly faced the barrel of a black-colored pistol. Isaac held the grip tightly and touched the trigger with his index finger.
''Damn, that really hurt.'' Isaac touched his head with his free hand. There was still ringing in his ears, and it was like he could still feel the sharp needles poking through his brain.
''Are you giving up, or shall we get serious?'' Amour walked next to Isaac with a cold gaze. His gaze dug deep into Jack Frost's hesitant heart.
The hesitation grew as the four men surrounded him until it shrouded his entire plane of existence. That scene of Isaac getting his head blown off, but still shrugging it off, and standing up like nothing happened scarred him forever!
Crack!
Then, everyone heard the sound of ice getting cracked and broken.
