[Now we're talking! Time and space can go suck it. :|b The slam knocks Kriz back a few inches, but that just lets him put a shielding layer of steel-hard ice between him and the gun. A little trick he knows from a comrade back home.]

[It looks like he's gathering energy for a cold-based attack in his other hand...]

((ooc: do I have your permission to go ahead with said beating? |Db))