█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ   THERE WAS A startled yelp when the icy projectile established a direct contact against the expanse of his chest. It had come from somewhere BELOW – an assault originating underneath his pensive (&&. admittedly secluded) perch where he had been surveying the FROSTBITTEN world from the height of a tree. He looked down to catch a fleeting glimpse of his culprit: Cana.

              Gray scrambled to retain his composure &&. strived to appear unfazed from the unforeseen incursion. Something reared up at the nether of his mind  –  how fucking dare you?  –  but it would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it?  He was Gray Fullbuster, son of the snow &&. born in WINTER —– he was most certainly NOT going to lose to the very element that he wields. 

        ❛  Oi –. Ya should know better than t’ 
                   start a WAR with an Ice-Mage, Cana!  ❜