Greatjon, face pale in pain and anger, arrived and picked up one of the fallen icy swords. It was so cold that he felt his hand beginning to immediately stiffen even through his leather gloves, but he paid it no heed as he furiously shoved it into the neck of a Walker, who was cutting through men like they were butter. To his relief, the icy foe cracked into shards the moment the crystalline sword struck his unprotected neck.