[The Remorseless Winter range contracts, spills up and frosts the side of the rounded force field nearly opaque. Then even that dissipates, and all that's left is a few inches of snow, useless, a waste of effort.
His eyes don't go back to normal, and when he speaks it's more like a rumble of thunder than a human voice.]
I made a promise.
[He lets go of his sword. It hangs in the air as if held by an invisible hand, then makes an enthusiastic attempt to stab Crowley in the face.
The sword across Arthas' back frees itself as well. It'll be heading for Letty shortly.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 03:01 am (UTC)His eyes don't go back to normal, and when he speaks it's more like a rumble of thunder than a human voice.]
I made a promise.
[He lets go of his sword. It hangs in the air as if held by an invisible hand, then makes an enthusiastic attempt to stab Crowley in the face.
The sword across Arthas' back frees itself as well. It'll be heading for Letty shortly.]