So the ice creature could speak. 

Mithias stood up from where he had been crouching on his ledge, his long black coat hanging down around him. The wind had blown his collar up, giving him the perfect semblance of Dracula against the sky. Ignoring the smaller ice elementals for now, he pulled out his cellphone and tapped a foot as he waited for a connection. 

"Yes. Kane please. ... Thank you."

The elementals hadn't seemed to notice him. Seemingly they were drawn to the source of their enemy, the noise and fire that the others were dolling upon them. 

"Yes Seph. It's Mithias. We've encountered a homunculus of ice near the portal. The team has already engaged, and the creature is proving quite resilient. It seems to have the ability to control the weather, reform its limbs, and cast spells. In fact, it has summoned many smaller versions of itself to attack us. I fear we may need to withdraw. The only other thing I have to report is a strange black anomaly at the primary creature's core. It seems to be some kind of black orb encased within the ice. Baron's sword has already failed to destroy it. Does this information help you any?"

A ice monster shambled along behind the vampire, basically oblivious to Mithias standing right next to it. Mithias shifted his weight and stood like a man waiting for a bus.