The stomping was now very audible to even a normal person’s ear. Jaklo sheathed Legacy holding his shotgun with both hands. The blizzard was letting up, the eye of the storm was getting close to them. The group was pretty much in empty countryside. There were a couple farm houses and woods a few hundred yards away. Standing over it all there was a being of pure ice. It rivaled the size of the nearest trees clearly putting it at about twenty five to thirty feet tall. There was a dark mass in its center probably the catalyst of its creation. The best guess Jaklo had was this was a golem, a giant very angry ice golem. Jaklo’s eyes dilated and he grinned with monstrous glee.

“Lock and load. Hunt’s on.” Jaklo laughed sprinting to the right of the creature.

He kept moving unloading into the right shin of the golem. The dragon’s breath let out a roar just like its namesake as it sprayed a bright orange flame. The golem’s leg had huge chunks blown out of it, but within seconds the spaces filled with snow and then turned into ice. It began swinging at Jaklo, but it was pathetically slow. At the same time Jaklo knew one good hit would likely break his visage, and a second was death.