Though smaller than his full-powered version, it served as a quick projectile. He hurled the spike upward. The falcon barely avoided a direct hit, letting out a startled shriek when the ice clipped a few feathers.
Nix landed heavily, cracks forming beneath his claws as he steadied himself. For the first time since the battle began, he sensed the momentum shifting in his favor. The falcon could still move swiftly, but its pattern felt somewhat disrupted. The thin frost on its wing and the small injuries it had sustained were adding up. Its once-effortless aerial maneuvers looked just a fraction slower now.
"Got you." A determined grin tugged at Nix's maw, steam rising where his breath met the cold aura radiating from his scales.
He inhaled, amplifying the protective chill of his [Frost Armor] skill around his torso. The battered ice plating along his arms and shoulders re-formed, faintly glowing with renewed energy.