Ice, darkness, and keen blades coming from all directions. Everything bit and tore at him, testing every last link and plate of his armor, and he felt his strength beginning to wane. But as that happened, something old, familiar and angry had begun to bubble up inside.

The warmth of Azusa's Boon triggered a moment's solace and strength returning. It also soothed that odd feeling for now.

Coincidence, then, that Naoto would call upon an old friend to give these fuckers the business. His muscles had locked up from the sheer cold, keeping him in place, and he grit his teeth as he strained against it, as well as the stars popping in his vision from all the bright lights. Shake it off, damn it... shake it off...!