Man, that old man really has some moves. Moves that involved getting punched in the face, apparently. Well that's lame. Khold know's for a fact he can move faster than that, he saw it happen. I mean come on dude. He sighs and shakes his head, shivering a bit. "Goddamn I hate this place." Zipping up his jacket all the way, he buries his face into the collar. "I want to go back to Florida, where at least it's a bit warm." Not that it was ever really warm for Kholdony. Hell, wandering around to check that burning fire out seems like almost a good idea right now. It wouldn't do much to him. Fire pretty much quenches itself whenever he gets within 10 feet of it. Or at least it CAN quench itself. When Khold's on full output, he freezes everything, even down to the stuff in the air. Oxygen, hydrogen, carbon dioxide. All of it. And frozen oxygen, well, to same that it's not very burnable is the understatement of the century. 

Khold wonders whether or not he should help. He wants to, he's well aware that he can do some damage, though he doesn't know what the Bald Guy can do, but honestly he thinks that the Old Guy would just get mad at him for interrupting his glorious battle. Or something. He looks like the kind of Old Dude to say some shit like that. Shrugging his shoulders, the massive down coat rustling with the movement. He's glad he has the coat. Even if it doesn't exactly make him warmer, it does make him feel safer. Kind of like a security blanket. Oh yeah, and the fact that he knows most predators won't be able to penetrate the coat, and even if they can, its their own death sentence, cause now they're gonna freeze to death. Yeah, all warm and toasty with that though. Kholodny pinches his brow. He just wanted to have a nice relaxing day. 

[b]"Oi there traveler! Well now! What do we have here?! I hope you don't mind me saying, but you surely don't look like you’re from around here do you?"[/b] 

Kholodny jumps a bit, not expecting to hear anyone calling to him. "What the hell was that?" He mutters, far too quietly for anyone to hear. Looking up and behind him. (Right? Is this Khold's Six o Clock or Khazna's?) he spots the man. 

[b] "Ah! But where are my manners? My name is Tablurath, Cardinal of the 6 fleet and conquistador extraordinaire! Who might you be if I may ask? And from where might you hail?" [/b] Oh, well at least he's pleasant enough. Kholodny grins and creates a pillar of ice under his feet, with a three foot radius, going up about ten feet, until he is level with the Cardinal. "Well a good day to you as well sir. My name is Kholodny Zima, which is Russian for 'Cold Winter'. Yes, I know, you don't need to say it, it is indeed a very fitting name." He removes his left hand from its coat pocket and begins to rub his chin. "So I'm taking it that you're the leader of all those ships that just came out?" He takes a few steps back on the platform, the ice forming right under his feet as he steps, an instantaneous process. "And friends with that guy?" He points down to Fury. "The guy that tried to kill me?" 

Kholodny stops taking his steps, now standing about 40 feet from Khazna, the icy platform now having a long extension coming off of the side. "Gotta say, not off to a great start for us being friends. But, you've not done anything to me yet, so I see no reason for us to try and kill each other. What would you like to speak to me about?" Kholodny is not an unreasonable man, and Khazna does not look like someone to quick to jump the gun either. Maybe someone won't have to die.