Well, you asked for it. Again, Kieran wheeled around and braced himself. This time, a halo of light traced itself around his feet -- pale green for only the briefest of instants, then bleaching itself to a frigid, lifeless shade of blue-gray. Tendrils of light coiled up his legs like vines reaching for sunlight. The patchy snow around his feet, once little more than slush, now danced around him in a vigorous flurry.

Traces of the light woven around his legs seemed to have sunk into Kieran himself; the same wintery glow now flickered in his eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing the same strange glow, now apparently condensing itself into a freeezing mass. Sawsbucks, ordinarily, were entirely incapable of using ice-type moves. This, however, was less Kieran's own strength, and more him channelling the land itself to defend one of its keepers. The snow beneath his hooves had transformed Nature Power into Ice Beam -- which meant that he was launching a whole lot of cold in Jon's direction.