A figure clad in dark metal split the snowy veil in the sky and fell down like a dark meteor from the heavens before abruptly halting its descent inches from the ground and landing slowly on the cracked ground right in front of his Winter Queen. Through the small slits of the greathelm could be seen a pair of purple eyes glaring malevolently at his foe. In his armoured hand, a burning ironwood stick was quickly turning to ash.