Prince Wilford was slow to anger.
His cool head and calm demeanor made him the perfect leader to follow.
But as the ancients once said, there were three things a wise man must fear. The sea in storm, a night with no moon, and a gentle man's anger. (All hail Kvothe! If you know you know.)
Prince Wilford's anger was an incredible thing to behold.
CRACK!
An unstoppable surge of pure ice energy swirled into life around the Necrogen Rotpriest's half decomposed body and instantly encased him in solid blue ice!
KABOOOOOMMMMM!!!
The Necrogen Rotpriest's reaction was instantaneous as well, and his explosive white fire ripped Prince Wilford's blue ice into shreds.
"HA! Your ice element has never been a match for your dear father's white flames." The Necrogen Rotpriest gave Prince Wilford a horrific looking sneer. "Now die you little punk. You're a thousand years too young if you think you can fight against me with that kind of pathe-"
