In the furious blizzard, Baron felt a wave of numbing cold wash over him. His shining blue tattoos flared brightly, bringing a sharp pain all across his body as though he was being branded. Eventually the sensation faded, leaving Baron comfortably warm despite wearing little more than casual wear in the middle of the raging storm. He smiled, glad for the spell despite any pain it brought him. His eyes surveyed the offensive team gathered around, eyes working hard to pick them out from between the flurry of snowflakes. [i][color=9966CC]"Atlas... Mithias... Drake... Jaklo..."[/color][/i] He thought, taking a mental inventory of the team as he looked. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw an extra body pop through the portal. [i][color=9966CC]"Who the hell?"[/color][/i] He thought, eyes narrowing as he peered at her. His intuition made him think demonologist right off the bat, though that was hardly reliable in this line of work.

“Don’t worry, lads, I’ve come to add a feminine touch. Cassandra Owens at your service, pleasure to shed blood with you.”

Baron smiled at the words, though his tentacles still waved annoyedly at the unexpected guest. Almost mindlessly, the tentacles waved in a repetative pattern -every second or so one would sweep across the ground and remove a layer of snow. This resulted in a steadily growing area of clear ground around Baron himself. He looked down at his metallic arm, frowning as he felt the mechanics respond slower. He idly brushed away snow that was getting caught in the workings of the device, frowning as he did so. His head perked up from his preoccupation when Jaklo spoke. 

“Whatever this is it’s a lot bigger than we thought. We should try to get a closer look so investigations knows what we are dealing with.”

In response, Barons tentacles moved of their own volition, spreading out just slightly wider as if to make Baron appear larger -similar to what one might do when facing a mountain lion. A grimace crossed his face. [color=9966CC]"Yes, how lovely."[/color] He stated simply, as many of his tentacles faded from existence, only to be replaced with new ones. Rather than the conglomeration of [color=orange]orange[/color] and [color=aqua]blue[/color] he had sported earlier, the large majority of these were oily black surrounded by a [color=magenta]purple[/color] haze. As the orange tentacles vanished, Baron slumped further down until he began actually using his cane to hold himself up once again. He moved -or perhaps limped closer to the new arrival, raising his head.

[color=9966CC]"So, what is it that you bring to the table, as far as 'shedding blood' goes?"[/color] He asked curiously, raising his voice above the howling winds. As he raised his voice, his natural French accent became more prominent, slurring the words just slightly. His tentacles all moved downwind so that their disorienting fog wouldn't be blown into the area of his teammates. Even as he spoke, his eyes peered into the blizzard, hoping to catch some sign of their adversary.