Zarmon staggered as the hole in his stomach closed up without a single wound reopening, including the cut he once had on his neck. His eyes locked on Snow, who was clearly seen to have been stabbed by a weapon or such which resembled a dagger. Vin, confused about what happened, stared at Snow. He saw the Archmage in great pain, and the spot which was stabbed, being corrupted.
"Dark Magic?" Vin asked himself, until reality hits him, "Yes! Dark Magic…."
Zarmon smiled as he heard what Vin said. He truly became impressed. "You're right, Vin, it's Dark magic."
Vin's eyes trailed off from Zarmon and landed directly on Snow's wound. He knew instantly that the 'dagger' was actually an icicle, Snow's icicle magic.
"What happened?" Vin whispered to himself once again. "I decided to take my eyes off the fight for a second and he got stabbed? What actually happened?"
