
█▐ ❆ ࿐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! ❜