Jack Frost (ice)

The glass egg in your hand is cold to the touch, despite the blue flame billowing within. It dances around in its confines playfully, ready to serve. Your grip tightens around it as you mutter its name.

"Jack Frost"

It shatters in you grasp and the flame surges out, collecting on the ground and forming the shape of. . . a snowman? Even the monsters seem to pause in confusion over this absurd development. When the flames dissipate you get a clearer view of your 'creation'. Snowman is an apt description as its torso is one big white ball with a slightly smaller ball for a head. Its face is adorned with two black eyes and a cheeky little grin that gives you a good view of its pointy little teeth. A jesters hat adorns its head and despite having no neck to speak of, it wears a jesters collar with bells jingling away. The only other piece of clothing are the two snow boots its wearing on its stubby little legs. All this combines into an acute case of kawaii overdose.

This is supposed to be helpful? This thing should be in a toy store in Akihabara, not a goddamn battlefield! The monsters finally get over this sudden development and resume their advance. This may not have been the best choice, but its too late to change to something else. As you contemplate what to do, Jack Frosts abilities come unbidden into your head, as if you knew them all along. It looks at you expectantly, waiting for an order, its goofy grin making a mockery of the situation you're in. You point at the nearest creature and call out "mabufula," the incantation for ice rolling off your tongue as if you'd been saying it for years.

Jack nods and turns to the target, assuming a pitchers stance. Its right hand balls up and begins to grow. As it grows he begins to wind up like he's about about to pitch a soft ball, spinning faster and faster until his arm becomes a blur. Finally he lets loose, crying out "Hee-Ho!" as the giant snowfist shoots towards the monster at high velocity. It strikes the monster dead center and to your shock, punches a hole clean through it and bashes into the monster behind it. The **** of the projectile isn't enough to penetrate, but it blasts the creature against the wall making a crater from the impact. As the monster lies there stunned the fist begins to ripple and shake, until it explodes sending ice crystals flying out in every direction like shrapnel. While you weren't close enough to be in any danger, the blast sends you staggering back a few steps and you were **** to shield your face. Somewhere in the distance you can hear someone screaming. You're not sure if it's one of your companions or you.

Finally the gust dies down and an eerie silences falls over the scene. You sneak a peak and are blown away by the sheer carnage in front of you. The windows are all completely blown out and every door is knocked from its hinges. The walls, floor and ceiling are smeared with whatever goop those thing are made of. A light fog of frost floats along the ground, leftovers from the icy grapeshot. And in the center of it all is Jack Frost, grinning that ridiculous grin and seemingly unfazed by the destruction it had just wrought. It gives you a thumbs up, indicating that all threats have been dispatched and with another of its signature "Hee-Ho!"s, it begins to fade. Within seconds, it evaporates into mist and flows back into you, rejoining the many within you.