Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170103122151/@comment-5142578-20170113235158

With the deformed mink fighting on tilt thanks to Hiero's mockery, it was going to be much easier to set up the mink for a trap. However, he wasn't able to use his grenades until Hiero was a safe distance from Greigor. He looks at his right hand, and he feels a familiar energy resurfacing. His ice-based powers. He forsook them a long time ago because of all the carnage he caused with just those powers. So many innocents slaughtered by his frozen hands. Was it time to use such a dangerous, perhaps uncontrolable weapon?

No. He didn't need them anytime after he turned his back on his powers, and he doesn't need them now. Instead, he quickly draws out his rifle. It was an experimental marksman rifle using a Mosin Nagant as the base. The weapon was painted a glossy black sheen and had a gray cooling tank running alongside the shortened barrel, what appeared to be a tactical sight of some kind on the top of the gun. He steadies his rifle and aims for the bastion, waiting for a good weakpoint to be exposed. If Ian wore off enough rock somewhere, it might expose the mink himself.