"Get your ass over here and do something," Orren snarled at Bloodhound into his headset as he dodged a rogue iceblast. He made a lunge at the ice villain, blades made of blood erupting from his hands. However, he found it hard to get close enough to do any actual damage without getting frozen. After a couple close calls, Dylan surprisingly stepped up to plate to try and subdue the guy.

The clown's hands raised as he created whatever personal hell the iceman feared. Frostbite paused and looked around, confused and scared, before turning to run down an alley. Well, that wasn't the plan, but maybe they could corner him. Pierrot pursued, his stupid jester hat jingling as he ran. He entered the side alley to find the villain waiting for him at the other end. Pierrot hesitated before jogging to catch up with him. Frostbite lifted a hand, and suddenly one foot was unable to move. Dylan fell, his right ankle giving a nasty crack. His foot was frozen to the ground, his ankle broken from the fall. The villain only cackled and went to rejoin the fight. 

Pierrot let out a pained whimper as he tried to pull his foot free, but to not avail. "Firefly!" He called out Per's alias in hopes that she'd come free him; he doubted it. Last he checked, she still had a phobia of clowns.