IC: Merlon The Toa of ice stared at his gauntlets, each one embedded with a sickly green gemstone. No answers here, he couldn't get the things off, and still had no idea where he was."There he is! Get him!" A female voice from a docked boat cried out.A hulking silver being charged at him, extending from one arm a long blade. Merlon glanced around himself. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.Merlon extended a hand out in front of himself, creating a slight incline in front of himself. When the silver being hit the ramp, he was launched vertically into the air, upside-down.Merlon swung his staff right at the being's head, but twisted the head at the last moment, striking a blow that dizzied his opponent. Using the ice, the slid underneath the flying hunter and flung a blast of ice into it's back.The hunter landed several meters away, facefirst in a snowdrift. Fighting the ice, it stood up, only to find it's quarry in the air, arcing away, borne aloft by the power of the mask of flight.