"Alright… How do you suppose we take this thing on then?"
Azalea looked at him strangely.
"We… Don't?"
Mikhail hummed with discontent.
"...Why not?"
Azalea groaned.
"We can easily kill it without a fight!" she hissed. "Just take control of some snow and-"
"I can do that?"
"Yes! So just-"
Mikhail stopped paying attention to her as silver flames ignited around his right hand. He reached down to the ground and let the silver flames seep into the snow.
He felt a faint connection.
The water in the snow felt… Porous. Containing other things beyond the scope of his ethereal senses. But his connection to water was enough to allow him to manipulate the snow. Though, it flowed when he did so.
"...I dunno, I don't think the beast is falling for this, Azalea."
