60: The Festival of Mirrors (VII)
In mid-air Seng readied a pair of coarse ice claws as he froze his hands, applied a similar treatment to his feet, and slammed them hard into the wooden wall in front of him; he slowed down a bit, not for fear of hurting himself but to coordinate his next move.
He kicked the wall to propel himself, intending to reach the location Zul'light had informed him of. He wasn't surprised —was frustrated —when the environment changed and he began to fall for no apparent reason to the left; however, he is not like those average, weak citizens who are in danger by moving, he has the reflexes and physique of a beast.