Dead

'Dammit!' 

Alden roared internally, his centre of balance extremely precarious. He felt his world tilt and knew he was in grave danger. 

A desperate expression appeared on Alden's face. 

Using all the experience he had from his childhood, the young man instinctively arched his back and placed his hands on the ground, forming a backbend bridge. The Dark Elf's gelid weapon flashed inches from his face. Alden shivered slightly, both from the close call and the chill emitted from the frozen weapon. 

He quickly pushed down with his palms and flipped back. However, upon landing, another patch of ice greeted him.