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Ren was cold. And wet. And hungry. And tired. Not to mention that he kept shifting - most uncomfortably, and much too often between gryphon and human; a fact that was causing him quite a bit of irritation. That, and he dropped his bags each time he changed.

Oh, and the sneeze.

"Aaaacchooooo!"

That was just a bother. Ren rubbed his reddened nose, sniffing a bit as he tugged uselessly on his shirt, attempting to pull down his sleeves at an attempt for more warmth. The Icy Path was certainly cold - make that freezing - and he was not, to say the least, the slightest bit pleased about his choice in taking it.

What am I doing here again? "VAITH WHERE DID YOU GO, DAMMIT."

This was really just not his day. Ren stared at the snowman with a vaguely disgusted expression on his face, raising one eyebrow. Irritation flared through his veins, making him stand on edge, dropping the bags he was carrying into the snow. Glaring at the offending white...thing...he flapped his wings, darting forward and attempting to slam his foot into the stupid thing.

"For Jack's sake, could this day get any worse?!"

Damage to Ren: 1
Ren HP: 24
Damage to Snowman: 7 - 6 = 1
Snowman HP: 3

Hopefully he'd shift to his wolf form, he sort of liked the idea of running free on four legs through the snow. He'd be much warmer, even though he had a jacket on, in his world form. His fur was nice and thick not to mention extremely soft.

"You might be able to, since you can fly, but that's only for now. If you were human I'd have you! And if I shifted...you'd be hard in human form and maybe in bird form." he called looking up, and over his shoulder, at Draven.

"Sorry Eracs! I'm just excited, but I'll try and slow down." Though not by a lot. He couldn't much help it though he was excited to get going and maybe get into a fight. He'd yet to and he wanted to try the snowball launcher.

The snowmans head exploded into snow dust. The rest of the body dissolved into water leaving a special something for Ren that seemed to have been trapped in the snowman gansta.

HP: 0
LOOT:

Sometime along the way, Vaith had tripped and fallen unconscious. Ren tripped him-- although the blasted male didn't know it. When Vaith woke up, it was with a pounding head and on the ground.

Apparently, he had missed Ren's epic battle with Frosty the Snowman. He sat up, hand rubbing his head. Oh great-- everything felt damp. Even his cape.

"Ren, you there? Are you still doing that shapeshifting thingee?" He called out, still a little disoriented as he struggled to stand. "You just had to go and drag me with you. What, polite manners couldn't inspire you to ask?

Gabrian watched as Alessa squirmed her way partially free of his arms, (not that he was holding her THAT strongly), and turned to wave at the approaching boil, "I wonder what made them decide to come this way. I'm rather certain most of my car had picked the other route when I got off Quarria's back. I was sure I'd be miserably alone up here," turns out he'd been wrong. Not only was there quite a numberous group gathering around them, but he actually knew quite a handful of the students.

When Johan approached, he offered the other boil a mild smirk, "Good job," he obviously meant the way he'd swiftly dispatched of the snowman, "You did a much better job than most of the others," instantly, his gaze turned to watch Quarria as she fought, his smirk vanishing, replaced by a scowl. The larger serpent was taking quite a beating, which Gabrian figured might have a lot to do with the cold; she was obviously distracted for something or other. The nix simply couldn't figure out what, in Jack's name, was making the large serpent feel so distracted. She'd even had to use her bells. He hadn't been aware she'd had those!

Thus, he cupped one hand around his mouth and yelled out to Quarria, "Hang on there! You can do it, Quarria! Show it whose boss!" alas, the moment he said this, he felt a familiar tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach, and before he could do anything to stop it, he was a rather large, grumpy looking Serpent on the snow, coiled up around a smallish rabbit, "Oh, bugger," He was roughly python sized, and figured that if he remain curled up around Alessa, he might smother her, so he swiftly uncoiled his body from around her and set his head on the floor so he was not looking over her, "I'm sorry, my dear... I really can't control it. We're probably going to either have to brave the snow now, or hope Quarria's offer to ride on her is still on," he shivered slightly coiled up in an attempt to maintain his body warm.

As Raziel began the arduous task of climbing the mountain path he slipped often. The entire way was coated in ice, making it impossible to gain traction and stay in control. He noticed it was much much colder here, but he tried to keep his mind off of it. He folded his arms over his chest and pulled his body closer to its center to keep in the heat.

He was fairly certain he would not catch up to anyone who had already taken this path, but he trudged on anyway.