[ NOT SO FAST. Alex has the sudden urge to finish the job his ice-hedgehogging failed to do - and he's been following his sudden urges pretty reliably lately.
He shakes his hands again, clicking the fingers in one of his thousand new nervous tics. Electrobolt shorts out, and the frost and icicles are back, his first and favourite plasmid. With an honest-to-god hiss, he flings a spiral of frost overarm at the struggling man. ]
[action of oh man, your poor brain.]
He shakes his hands again, clicking the fingers in one of his thousand new nervous tics. Electrobolt shorts out, and the frost and icicles are back, his first and favourite plasmid. With an honest-to-god hiss, he flings a spiral of frost overarm at the struggling man. ]