Xander was bleeding from head to toe, his armor dented in several places and frozen partially.
Steam hissed from the cracks in his armor, the mingled scent of blood and frost heavy in the air.
The battlefield trembled beneath the clash of distant spells, the sky above flashing with lightning and shards of magical fire. Yet Xander stood there, firm, his breath ragged but his eyes fierce with hatred.
"You took everything from me."
Amon glanced at him, unmoved. His body radiated an eerie chill, the mist around him glimmering faintly with blue frost.
"I don't even know who you are."
He waved his hand lazily and ice spears materialized in the air, sharp as razors, before shooting toward Xander.
The spears cracked the ground where they struck, sending freezing winds spiraling outward.
Xander raised his shield, blocking the first barrage as the impact shook his arm violently.
