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Ami had spent so long getting everyone into the sled and preparing the sleds that she'd forgotten to get HERSELF the ******** out of there. The tentacles slamming around her didn't have to tell her twice though- she was running.

The ice cracked around her feet though, and she ended up falling on something squishy and soft. At first she was grateful, but a little groggy. She blinked a few times and her vision cleared, only to find something blink back at her.

"AHHHH," came the kneejerk response and she stumbled backwards. The titan didn't like that much though. In a split-second reaction, Ami dug her glaive into the eye, and it released her, sending her flying back into the snow.

Dimly, Jerry could hear Roar's voice again. You're gonna' freeze, sucker. Go find some jackin' warmth.

"M'fine s'warm here," He wobbled in the snow.

If Roar could have bitchslapped, he would. Instead, he just set to barking as loudly as he could until Jerry groaned, grabbing his head with numb fingers and scooted towards the closest person. Blearily, he leaned against the large red shape's back. Alright, this was warmer. A lot warmer. Maybe he could just sleep here.

Deryk was just huddling down, trying to keep himself warm. Right now, he was just staring over the ice, not really paying much attention to much of anything else. In such a short time, a lot of hunters had been killed. Strong ones too. A part of him was starting to really think that this will turn out to be like what happened twelve years ago apparently. He really did not like where this was going at all.







He received no verbal answer.

Harrison just reached over to give whatever part of Robert was in reach a couple of grateful pats.

He wasn't under the ice. Robert was probably the only reason why. He didn't think he could do ice acrobatics and dodge whales and tentacles with Candace struggling to jump down the world's largest garbage disposal.

"Sure thing, f** hag. You are a ******** machine."

Aleister was still messing with his phone trying to get some sort of thing to work on it even reverse the gps or something before he finally gave up and threw it in the snow. He let out some sort of frustrated noise and walked off from the phone. Ignoring the fact the rest of them were cuddling up in groups to keep warm.

"D-d-d-don't wanna orgy..." Jerry mumbled weakly, voice still cracking from all his previous screaming.

Ultimately, though, he ended up just curling up. There were warm legs to lean against and that was okay.

"R-r-rep... Rep m-make... m-m-make sure S-sasha's okay sh-she's... she's in sh-shock I th-think..." He croaked, lifting his head to cast a pleading eye at the man before collapsing back against Robert's heat-emitting calves.

Robert lifted his head, and a single finger, to dispute the insult Harrison had just lovingly coined him with, but then he assessed his current situation, and took one look at his life, and dropped both of them back down in defeat.

"You did good," Jordan told Robert as the big man flopped down in the sled. The exchange between Harrison and Robert made him smile slightly; any other day, it would have provoked a good laugh, but he was tired and worried and cold.

He could see figures making their way across the treacherous ice, and he kept half an eye on the tumbled icescape; anyone going back out there to help would just put themselves at risk, but if someone got into serious trouble, he might have to.

Jerry's request to Rep caught his attention, and he looked for Sasha; she wasn't far away, but her stare had an alarmingly dreamy, lost quality to it. Jordan nodded to Rep - got this, thanks man, - and went over to put a hand on Sasha's shoulder. "Hey," he said. "You look pretty cold. C'mon back to the sled?"