[Peter turns when he hears the voice, startled but also glad to realize he isn't alone. Also, he definitely doesn't need to be told twice, not when those creatures refuse to stop breathing ice on him. (Where do they get all that energy? Magic? Even with his complicated relationship with magic, Peter has to admit: he's kind of jealous, in a way.)
He jumps into a somersault, rolling out of the way with adept agility. He'd attempt to swing away, but from where he is, Peter can't find a good object for support to swing between.
He glances at the rift, apparently, that he came out of, the rift that seems like a portal and yet isn't. As he brings up his hand, he realizes that he seems to have a glowing light the same color as the rift embedded in said hand.
The number of questions he has certainly jumps up.]
How do we close that thing? With this?
[He waves over to the man with the sword and shield, gesturing to what he has stuck in his hand.]
Re: arrival
He jumps into a somersault, rolling out of the way with adept agility. He'd attempt to swing away, but from where he is, Peter can't find a good object for support to swing between.
He glances at the rift, apparently, that he came out of, the rift that seems like a portal and yet isn't. As he brings up his hand, he realizes that he seems to have a glowing light the same color as the rift embedded in said hand.
The number of questions he has certainly jumps up.]
How do we close that thing? With this?
[He waves over to the man with the sword and shield, gesturing to what he has stuck in his hand.]