Operation Polar Winds : Part Twenty-Seven

With a loud thud, Jarl landed upon a thin layer of ice, freezing waters splashing in every direction as he attempted to keep his bearings, confused would be a light word to express what the great accursed had just experienced, it was like his body had been reduced to particles before being dragged through time and space at an impossible velocity.

Looking down at his mutated hands, they were fine, the only injuries he bore were the ones inflicted by the volley and short confrontation against the knight trio, apart from being transported away, Jarl had not been subjected to any attack.