"Get a grip," said Vroto.
Evie looked up at him, as he smashed the ice once more.
"Don't touch anything," he said.
Evie, while barely able to feel heat, was visibly sweating.
Her ever-so-cold skin had droplets running along it.
The weather was on the colder side too, a cold breeze always present in the village.
Her eyes were jumping around to any and every sound.
She stood up, unnaturally holding her arm up, making sure she touched nothing. Sure enough, no ice built up, confirming what Vroto thought.
"Just stay behind me. We'll buy time until the rest of our troops arrive."
Evie heavily nodded, taking a few steps backward and staying behind Vroto.
Her other hand, which was torn in half, had been frozen solid, she probably hoped to keep it intact until a healer arrives, he thought.
Mori and Griswald were walking down the steps leading to the road.
