"I suppose this is a chance to show off. I won't waste it." [b]Springing from Ite's gauntlet, covered by his ashen cloak, is a good-sized staff made from a strange wood. Plunging the staff directly into the sea, ice sporadically forms, creating jutting teeth and claws at an incredible exponential rate. The mass of ice spreads nearly a mile across, and seems to go down to the ocean floor. Whether this would repel 3 most likely magic ships, Ite did not know. Frozen fish would occupy the freezer tonight, that much he was sure of.[/b]