And even while he twisted and whirled away, dodging the bolt, then batted at it with telekinesis, he could feel the charge as every hair on his body stood on end at the near-miss, and the smell of ozone seared the air. He had to have this one. Had to.

"Just. Hold. Still. Damnit."

The ice was gaining speed, spreading across the concrete to her feet, thickening as it went.