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The breath of Kohran and his coated companion fogged before them as they searched the frozen urban avenue for supplies. All they could find were another set of shops completely looted or frozen over with that strange ice that was steadily devouring everything. He, like everyone else in camp, had only survived this long by luck and he knew it. And that luck was running out.

"C'mon Lady Luck, don't abandon us now," he said with a sigh.

"Oh please don't start with that gambler crap again Koh. You're a shitty poker player and you know it," Roark replied, peeking into an alley.

"Only because Tarin hides an ace down her cleavage."

"You really believe that don't you?" Roark said pityingly.

As they spoke, something shifted in the snowbank behind Roark. Koh went rigid.

"Don't... move..." Koh said in warning.

Roark cursed. "Another Frosty?"

"Must have gotten buried in the snow."

"Lucky huh?"

Koh inched forward, axe ready as the frozen corpse rose from the snow. It regarded Roark with dead, frosted eyes, and tilted its head as it took a shambling step forward. Before it could take another, Koh charged it and removed its head with a swing of his axe. It collapsed in a heap.

Roark breathed a sigh of relief and faced Koh. "Remind me never to..."

Something chittered loudly behind the big man.

"What the hell was..." he began, interrupted by the spike of ice spearing him from behind. Blood spattered the snow as the giant ice scorpion pulled its victim into the shadows of the alley.

"Roark!" Koh shouted.

"Run!" Roark yelled weakly, before a sickening snap silenced him forever.

Koh cursed and ran for a place to hide.