OOC: Just me, or did everything go extra bold?
IC: Slash, hack, and boom. It looked like Ash was easily mowing through those snowmen. As if they were no problem at all. His forward charge through them would have been easy, however, as he was racing through them he would feel cold. Colder and colder. If he could keep himself warmer with his ability, he would have to crank it up more than a little to get himself warm. The entire area was getting frighteningly cold. Eventually, after only a few minutes, ordinary attacks of the level that Ash had been sending out would only heavily damage teh snow men and, a few minutes later, would only cause them to crack and, if he battled for up to 20 minutes, they weren't melting or breaking anymore. At least, if Ash maintained his current level of power.
Slowly, but surely, they were becoming harder to destroy. Sure, they were still just as slow and threw their attacks like aged grandmothers, but they were becoming tougher as the enviroment became abnormally colder.
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And the snow did melt. Each and every snowman that met Ichiro's light was turned into a puddle just as if they were ordinary light snow. However, as they were destroyed the area was getting cooler. Coolder and cooler until the tempature was cold enough to even make the Shinigami realize that it was strangely cold. As it became colder and colder, those beams of light took longer and longer to melt those snow men.
From under Ichiro the ground started to swirl. If he remained in the middle of that one foot swirl a large snowy hand would rise up from under him with the attempt to grab him in a snowy palm. The hand would be large and, unlike the other snow beings, it would be a darker blue. It would be cold enough to burn. If Ichiro were unlucky enough to not notice the swirling snow under him and was grasped his skin would feel as if it were merging with the palm and that it was hotter than fire.
"tutututut!" Exclaimed a youthful voice as he popped out of a strange bank of snow. The boy was young, white haired, and had a peculiar tattoo under his eye. "Jeez-" He whined, standing up out of the snow and brushing large chunks of it off his body. He immeadeatly noticed the Shinigami, eyes widening out of surprise, and turned to look at the snowmen approaching him.
"What the!" He yelled, his words in pure English. Whoever he was, he was not a native of these parts and he was dressed a little differently than your ordinary hiker. If Ichiro had the time to focus and concentrate on him, he'd realize there was a spiritual power that mimicked the snowmen all around. Was he creating all of these creatures?