Jon had watched the display almost trancelike - He hated to admit this of a prey animal? But Kieran's arsenal was pretty impressive.

The Icebeam was as unexpected as the draining attack had been and while Jon had been preparing for a projectile, he wasn't at ALL thinking of ice. The beam wooshed past him like the chillest winter wind he'd ever experienced in England's snowy north. The fur which had the misfortune to be too close to it was now swished back, frozen in place, and jon gave the smallest of shivers. He was very, very glad he had not decided to take that in the chest just to see what it could do.

"You've a good deal of fight in you." he commented. "Why are you running away from me so fast if you've these sorts of abilities?"