Already through the portal to the front lines, Drake's thirst for adventure was soon vanquished by the harsh conditions of the snow around him. If he wasn't so prideful about his own equipment perhaps he would have grabbed more winter gear back at the office, but it was too late now. In the middle of a blizzard, Drake's body would begin to smoke and steam up rapidly, trickles of embers falling from his armor's cape and caps in the metal. The harsh wind and snow made it difficult for his fire to grow, and as such he had to expend even more magic to keep it from burning out as he casted the flames off of his body. Within minutes he was a walking inferno, flames burning off of his form and swirling a bit around him, being carried briefly by the wind and most of his form would appear as a silhouette surrounded by bright fire. The snow around him would rapidly sublimate around him, the heat too intense for the snow to simply turn to water. Despite being shrouded in flames Drake was still cold, and had already expended much energy to keep his fire up. With his axe in hand he tried to get a better look at his surroundings and look for his teammates.