The ship went down without a hitch, almost entirely destroyed by the impact with his assault and the crash. Khold leaped from the ship before it struck the ground, rolling a few yards before hopping to his feet. Conservation of momentum for the win. Stribog's influence growing inside of his heart, both Khold and Stribog were angry right now. And not like: "Oh I'm mad, I'm gonna punch you." No, Khold and Stribog are in almost perfect sync right now. This is the wrath of a god and his servant in tandem. Turning on his heel he began walking towards Khazna's fallen ship.
A volley of explosive devices hailed down on Khold's position, the iceman leapt forward and slid across the ground, grinding to a halt a few yards ahead. Avoiding the largest cluster of them, with his right hand he whipped up a small sphere of ice and hurled it at a straggling missile. It struck the nose and froze the weapon before it even struck the ground. Effectively disarmed it slammed into the ground and split in two. Without skipping a beat he uncorked the cannon and marched towards Khazna. "You ran from me!" From his head, two voices rang out in symphony. Keeping the barrel of his weapon trained on Khazna he continued walking towards him. The winds began shredding the ground behind him, a poweful tornado of air whipping and tearing at his left side. As the wind draws into the barrel near his shoulder, the left arm of his coat begins ripping to shreds, super durability or not. Khazna offered up some tea, mocking him, only serving to further anger the frozen warrior and his god.
Upon reaching about six feet away from Khazna he finally loosed the payload that he had been charging for a very long time. (Almost five turns, he half charged in one turn previously. So officially 4 turns.) With wind speeds well beyond that of the strongest tornadoes ever seen by man, and temperatures so low that it can kill on contact, Khold fired off a massive blast of frigid wind and frost. But that's just the first stage. The second stage after the innitial blast of wind is the seven, I repeat, seven ice harpoons launched at the same speeds as the winds. These seven harpoons spiraled around eachother and spread like a shotgun as they launched towards Khazna.
They would clear the gap so quickly that it would appear that they had moved almost instantaneously. If even one of those spears struck Khazna it could be fatal, but the spears are only one of the threats. The spread of the blast, the frigid temperatures being thrown at him in an attack that could be compared to one hundred times the potency of a tundra blizzard, with every strand of air chilled into sub-zero shards and snow.