Unsurprisingly, the first figure to step away from the heated area and into the cold arena was Liam.
His sole figure could be seen shivering as he slowly approached the weapon rack and picked up a wooden broadsword.
Behind him, Kevin and the rest of the main cast shortly followed...however, Irene had a small flame hovering above her wand.
Alternating glances between Han and Jin, I sighed before asking.
"Why can't you guys be useful and do something like that."
Groaning as a cold breeze suddenly enveloped us, Jin responded.
"Oh, so we're supposed to be your personal fucking heaters? I'm so sorry, Mr. Noble, it seems like I've forgotten my flame magic at home!"
Brushing off Jin's sarcasm, I expectantly turned to Han, wishing he had some kind of trick that he hadn't shown us.
Then...sensing my gaze, Han reached into his pocket.
With my levels of hope at an all-time high, I watched as Han slowly removed his right hand from his pocket, revealing a...middle finger.
"..."
"..."
