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The rebounding wave of heat curved suddenly upward and kept going, where it would eventually vent off into space.

Then came a fleet of deadly javelins--though not the kind any normal person would be able to see. These were invisible, having no solid form, instead being made purely from the absence of heat. Localized bodies of absolute zero--or near enough to it, at least. And packed with soul-infusion for extra oomph, of course.

Therefore, without soul or thermal vision, they were impossible to detect. Fast moving, stealthy, and capable of ceasing all atomic movement on impact, they were truly the weapons of a cold and callous monster like Iceheart.

Against someone else, they might've ended the battle right then and there.

Instead, he made them all but disappear by rapidly bringing them into equilibrium--like icy bullets melting as they traveled through warm water. And when they were close enough to hit him, he didn't even have to dodge, as they just splashed against him, no stronger than a brisk gust of wind.

Which was actually kind of pleasant, after how much he'd just been sweating.

Eheh. What a silly matchup.

Lamont and Jackson could each affect thermodynamics in their own way, so together, their mastery over it equaled--or perhaps even exceeded--his own. Morgunov was already getting the feeling that this would become a stalemate if he didn't hit them with something else.

Thermodynamic manipulation was a tough opponent to deal with, though. Such abilities were a threat to the stabilization of any system, small or large. To effectively fight against that, he would require some very specialized tools and tactics.

Of which, he had many. He would need some Mk. Vs for this.

And thankfully, after the time he bought for them, several were now ready for action.