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*Jason sniffs the air as the battle between the two went on.* ... what use would his blood be? *His hand wnet back to rest on his gun, he didn't need to see it to know where it was.*

There would hardly be a sound as a spear of ice would form from Draeken's prison. In fact, there would be hardly a sound of at least five spears of ice formed, all of which were pointed at Focht. The only real sound that would come from the ice prison would be the sound of the ice suddenly hurtling through the air towards the man. Inside the ice, though no one could see, Draeken held that grin and his eyes seemed to be still following the movements of Focht.

It seemed to Draeken, that despite the darkness, someone was still able to aim at the spears of ice and shoot. Four out of six of those shots missed by quite a bit, but two would hit and shatter two of the spears, leaving three to still hurtle at Focht.

(Basically, the darkness is near absolute. It eats light, has blocked out the moon and stars, and basically, a flashlight or night vision would do you no good right now.))

As close as he was, Focht couldn't dodge all of them but tried any ways. Diving away from D, Focht used his own influence on the ice to turn them up and way from him. Ending up face down on the ground wasn't dignified but it was the best choice on a short list of options. The impact didn't help his ribs or arm any as he cringed when he hit. Never before had Focht encountered someone turning the ice against him. He was tired and having to fight for control of his own attack wasn't helping. The spears of ice that were shot off, if any, hit the ground and would melt unless D had some way to maintain them. Getting back up again Focht held his ribs in a natural reaction to the pain.

(Okay) Seems we need a more direct target. *He says as he takes out his other magnum and shoots at the block of ice, only four thought before he's slip into the shadows and, keep eye on his target, headed for a better point to aim.*

Draeken actually laughed now. It was a cold sound. Colder than the ice and maybe even colder than death. Only those that had died before would know that for sure. Once Focht would have gotten the spear of ice from his back and held to the side of him, it would explode sending millions of tiny, but razor sharp bits of ice in every direction.

And as to what would be done of Jason, Draeken turned his eyes on that man and suddenly ten blood red spears were hurtling towards the man that was trying to interfere with the fight. If Jason were to shoot any of the ice spears, they would explode showering him with high speed, razor sharp, bits of ice. The bullets headed for the block of ice that Draeken was encased in would be smacked from the air by the sudden movement of one of Draeken's invisible guardians.

The melting ice within Fochts body would deposit some of Draeken's blood inside the man. For a minute nothing would happen so Focht would be none the wiser. After that minute, however, Focht would begin to feel a searing pain within his body. It would feel as if fire was being set to every blood vessel, vein, and artery and even his heart and lungs. Essentially, his entire body, inside and out, would be engulfed in searing pain. Likely the amount of wear that the man had already endured would limit his abilities to surpress the pain.