The Tyrant was not pleased at the whack in the elbow, either, howling in what sounded like a combination of rage and fury. As he charged again, the dome of ice blocked him from causing any serious damage.

For the time being. He roared viciously and began clawing and slashing at the ice. Small droplets of water began to drip as splatters of his blood burned up against the dome's surface.

He would smash it and everyone inside of it.