Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150215205820/@comment-5142578-20150303014915

Frost had been following along, taking the rear. He had already formed a thin coating of ice along his forearms, legs, and chest to act as a light armor. It even doubled as a cooling system for him, making the hot and steamy jungle more bearable to deal with. However, when it came to large bodies of water, instead of swinging from vine to vine like the hawk could, Frost had to make his way carefully by using his powers to create very short-lived footholds of ice in order to traverse across the acidic water. Eventually, the roar from within the jungle was heard.

Upon hearing the sound, Frost instinctively pulled out his rifle. "Haven't heard a roar like that in some time." he muttered. "What could have made it?"