[center] [color=pink][h3]The Incorrigible Iceburn![/h3][/color] 

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	Iceburn's blood always ran cold. So it wasn't fear, but frustration that clenched her fists, forcing snow out from between her fingers. Indignation bubbled like boiling water in her chest. [i]The[/i] Deathstroke...here? For Metamorph? How had he known that Metamorph would come, how did he get Nymph? What had happened while she was inside? If only she could be in two places at once! She pushed her hands against her head and groaned angrily, trying to calm herself down. Think, think! God, she didn't even know what was going on! Some part of her  hoped that Metamorph had brought back up, but considering that nothing good was happening, she doubted Green Lantern or Black Canary was going to swoop down and save the day. 

	The only wildcard they had was Talos. But if he charged in from where he was flying and got himself killed, what good would that do? Worst of all, if he got Nymph killed? If she was closer, she could freeze Nymph, keep her from being set ablaze. But her powers were at their strongest within thirty feet. And beyond sixty feet, her powers were sub-par. If she did anything to blast herself over there, it'd be too slow. He had eyes on all of them. If she was with Talos, they might have a chance. If she was with Metamorph they might have a chance. Hell, if Stormcaller was awake they might have a chance. But they were all in the wrong places. The correct answer was to not have been in this situation in the first place. They were already falling, the only thing they could do was brace for impact.

	[color=pink]”...Fuck.”[/color] The fire went out of her and her shoulders slumped, defeated.The snow melted and the mist emanating off of her stilled, the sticky humidity of the swamp settling in once again. Metamorph had to give himself up. They couldn’t let Nymph die like that. And whatever they needed him for, they needed him alive, so they could track him down later and rescue him. That was the only path forward, the only one she could see. 

	She wanted to threaten Deathstroke. Say that he should watch what he does, lest he summon the full wrath of the Justice League. But a guy like him would hurt Nymph just to make a point, even if Iceburn was right. She took her earpiece out of her ear. [color=pink]”We can get him back. We’ll get him back.”[/color] She said to the others, trying to be reassuring. [color=pink]”We can rescue him. It won’t be forever.”[/color]