Khold wrinkles his nose in distaste. I hate the smell of smoke. It always makes it harder to breathe. Though, I've never really had actual trouble with breathing. Hmm. I guess thats just me bitching then. He shrugs his shoulders and a looks over to where the smoke is coming from. Lets see here, the webbing is on fire, but seeing as it's basically petrified stone, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Kholodny really doesn't know how that works, cause spoiler warning: Fire isn't really his area of expertise. "Whatever. I'm not in the mood for this shit." A giant wall of ice begins to erect itself in the direction of the fire, blocking the smoke from reaching Kholodny. The smoke doesn't just go around either, no sir. The ice is so cold, the smoke just freezes to it, adding onto the wall. Boom, instant air purifier. I mean, he could have just frozen the smoke itself, but that's not nearly as much fun.
"There we go! With that settled." He continues looking at Khazna, having not even moved to create that ice wall. Yeah, he doesn't actually need to move in order to make ice. It is not powered by hand motions or anything, though Kholodny generally DOES make motions in order to better direct it or for rule of cool. Not that anyone would be able to figure that out, or at least he assumes. Speaking of anyone, he's wondering about this individual in front of him. What a mysterious looking individual. Mask on his face, showed up with a full scale space armada, snuck up on him, AND he knows the Bald Guy. Refers to him as Mister Sunshine no less. That's not a sign of anything pleasant Kholodny can think of.
And what's with his attitude? As long as you answer honestly? What a pompous sounding douchebag. Thinks he's so good. I can tell when you lie to me. Pffft, ooooo so scary. Give me a break. No reason to stabby stab? Are you serious right now? If you treat me like a child, I'll murder you in cold blood. Heheh get it? God I'm lame. Kholodny sighs, a thick chunk of ice forming in front of him and then falling to the ground as his more than icy breath flows out. "So you can tell when I lie huh? Well it's a good thing I'm normally pretty inclined to telling the truth then." What's behind that mask anyway? Probably something with a goatee. He seems like someone with a goatee. Is he trying to say something about my name? He better not."But yes, you're right. I am not even close to being from this plane, or planet, or whatever the hell this spider hell is. I'm just from Earth, a normal human being. Or at least I was a normal human at some point." He rubs his nose. Way to state the obvious dicklord.
"I have seen a skull, though I don't know if there was a full skeleton below it. He was a pretty scary dude, though I cannot for the life of me remember whether he called himself a dreamer. I may or may not have been paying the best attention when he was talking. I was scared shitless of everything that could possibly kill me." He stares directly at Khazna, unflinching, his eyes glowing a piercing blue. His arms come out of the giant coat and cross in front of him, his bluish hands gripping his biceps. "Yeah, I'm not the bravest dude in the world, though it seems like I've not been having the most choice in being brave or not around here. It's either fight or die, and I don't think ol Stribog would be incredibly happy with me if I bit the dust here." He doesn't bother to explain who Stribog is, he's sure Khazna doesn't care one way or another.