Baron smiled when the Pit started to levitate at Cassandra's will. [color=9966CC]"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."[/color] He said in a sing-song voice, rather amused, as he turned his attention once again to their goal. The fingers of Baron's good hand flexed as their adversary emerged from the blizzard -a massive golem of ice and snow wading through the buffet of airborne snow. In the center of the creature was a dark mass that instantly caught his eye. Though his first instinct was to strike hard at this center, he was a bit distracted in watching his teammates onslaught against the monolithic beast.

"Lock and load. Hunt's on." Was the battle cry of Jaklo as he sprinted at the beast, opening a barrage of quite literal fire on it. Baron was almost impressed with the results of his attack, until he saw that the golem almost instantly regenerated the damage. Barons thoughts wandered to something he had been reading about in years past -mountain trolls living in the Alps known for their regenerative capabilities and brute force. He dismissed the thought as he further remembered the passage he had read -[i]regenerative properties nullified by fire and acid.[/i] He remembered, disproving the hypothesis. His eyes narrowed, searching the battlefield. His limbs screamed at him, urging him to take action rather than wait.

Baron turned to watch Drake's assault, eyebrow raising as he stared. [i][color=9966CC]"Perhaps not entirely useless."[/color][/i] He thought to himself as he watched a ten foot tall lizard-man replace the man. Still, Drake was dwarfed by the golem -it was truly doubtful that the wannabe dragon would do any lasting damage even with the massive ax. But hey, goddamn if it wouldn't be funny to watch midget godzilla get punted into next week by the icy monstrosity. He turned to comment on the rather hilarious image to Mithias, only to notice he was gone. His eyes narrowed as he searched for the vampire -had he abandoned them? He finally found the vampire, on a vantage point staring intensely at the black center of the golem. [i][color=9966CC]"Well, great minds..."[/color][/i] Baron thought, as his legs bent ever so slightly, and he got into a fighting stance. 

He glanced back at Cassandra, hearing a bit of commotion, rather eager to see what it is that her little pot could do. He almost ducked instinctively when he saw the massive sphere of flame emerge from the cauldron -he instead settled for taking a couple tentative steps away from the cauldron. He tracked the ball intently as it soared at the icy golem, resulting in exactly what he expected -nothing lasting. He chuckled at the meager attack before he stopped rather suddenly. The swirling column of black haze seemed to be working against the swirling blizzard that raged around them and Baron's stood confused for a moment before he realized the ingenuity. No real way to tell if it was actually going to work, but it certainly made sense. He admired the quick thinking, though he personally believed it was far more likely that they would have to target the black center of the giant. 

Baron was proved wrong rather quickly by the ice giants fight with Jaklo and Drake. When he saw the arm fail to regrow, he smirked, surprised at how effective the Pit really had been for such an inelegantly named artifact. The smirk faded when he saw the ice giant begin to charge at Cassandra and her cauldron -and by extension Baron himself. [color=9966CC]"Ah, for the love of... Somebody hit the black thing already!"[/color] He shouted as he and his tentacles braced themselves as if for impact. Of course, though lazy, he was no hypocrite. His tentacles moved rigidly behind him, spreading out like wings. The mass of writhing appendages was a matte black metal, [color=orange]orange[/color] light peeking out through cracks. 

Baron began walking at the ice giant to intercept his charge, slowly breaking into a run. With a flourish, he pulled out his sword and pointed the tip directly at the giant. [color=orange]Orange[/color] light sprung from the tip in a narrow beam, enveloping the ice golem in a pulsing glow. [color=9966CC]"Oh, you're not gonna like this part."[/color] Baron said confidently as he sprung from the ground. Magically strengthened, his muscles propelled him skyward up to the core of the giants chest. With a force rivalling that of a gunshot, he stabbed the blade at the black core of the ice golem. The blade of his sword shone with orange energy as it struck, a second attack of the same power springing from the air at the same target. At the same time, the pulsing energy that surrounded the golem detonated, amplifying his attacks again twofold so the simple stab with his sword hit with force more akin to being rammed by a truck. A truck with a sword attached to the front, of course.