Snippet #1777458

Connor smiled as the kid in the mask pointed down the hallway; in the direction they were headed. ”Oh. Don’t expect a verbal answer from him, he doesn’t like you. He’ll only answer to me.”
He rolled his eyes; obviously he wasn’t going to get a verbal answer form the kid as long as he had the mask on his face.

He paused as he heard a voice and turned around. ”Do we have to do this again…or will you go back to your cells like good boys and girls?”
He frowned at Clay; he had somehow freed himself from the ice and managed to get more knives. This breakout was just getting harder and harder now wasn’t it?
Connor glanced over at raven as he felt her in his head again. <I don’t think I have the energy to do anything this time. I don’t suppose you could handle it?>
He smiled, it was about time he got to do something, and he was starting to feel a little left out, only a little.
He looked over at Clay, who was glaring at raven, and Connor glared at him. He watched clay get down in a quick crouch then launch his knives at raven.
Immediately he stood in front of her and brought his hands up. The knives were stuck into a two inch layer of ice, coated on Connor’s arm. The ice faded off his arm and the knives feel to the ground. “You should never let go of your weapon. First rule of combat.” He spoke in an almost indifferent tone, he wanted out and Clay wasn’t going to stand in his way.
Connor coated his arms in a small layer of ice; he decided he would have a little fun with clay, while he had the small chance to do so. He formed an ice spear and held it up, and jabbed one end towards Clay’s leg.