Leon frowned as he watched the Icicle come for him, it was incredibly fast.
The icicle was coming for his skull, and with it's needle pointy end and the momentum, if the strikes connects, things aren't going to go well for him.
Time seemed to slow down as he watched the Icicle come, once it was close enough, he moved to the side, and watched as the needle-like icicle passed him by, barely two centimeters away from his skull.
But suddenly, after passing him bye, the icicle swiftly turned and focused on him once again.
A mesmerizing dance ensued as Leon continued to dodge the attacks of the icicle, sometimes, he would somersault with the Greatsword still in his hand, sometimes he would bend backwards, his hair fluttering wildly in the blizzard.
But one thing sent shiver down the spine of the wolf controlling the icicle - Leon's eyes never left it.