Great. [he flexes his fingers to get a little feeling back into them, seeing as he's the one not even wearing a jacket. but frostbite is nothing next to the chance to wrap his brain around some complex spells. he takes a stick, quickly moving around to the back of Coil's monster. he scratches some kind of a circular design into the back, bites his knuckle open, bleeds a little into the snow... you know, usual stuff.
his own snowman gets the same treatment. a circle etched on the back, bleeding on it just a little--before he starts muttering some things in that old and bizarrely understandable language of his. he's giving them life from his blood, asking the water they're made of to move under his command.
by the time the monsters give a horrible, shifting lurch, he's walking up to Coil and grabbing his hand and leading him back towards the building, his wound healing on its own.]
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his own snowman gets the same treatment. a circle etched on the back, bleeding on it just a little--before he starts muttering some things in that old and bizarrely understandable language of his. he's giving them life from his blood, asking the water they're made of to move under his command.
by the time the monsters give a horrible, shifting lurch, he's walking up to Coil and grabbing his hand and leading him back towards the building, his wound healing on its own.]
Come on. Second floor window.