Ethan raised a hand and caught the shaft.
Cold power spread from his palm, but white lightning pressed it down, trapping it outside his skin like a film.
He turned toward a distant peak.
A woman stood on the snow-covered summit with a longbow in hand. When her first arrow was caught, she didn't hesitate. She drew another from the quiver on her back and leveled it at Ethan again.
She really thought she could shoot him?
Ethan closed his fingers.
Crack.
The ice arrow snapped in two in his grip.
On the mountaintop, the woman released the string.
The second arrow tore free. Blue light flared at its tip, and the cold gathered as it flew—its killing power obviously far beyond the first.
Ethan watched her with flat, icy eyes.
A white energy sphere formed in his palm.
He lifted his arm and threw it like he was tossing a basketball.
Only this throw was straighter.
And faster.
