Sam didn’t care what powers Armstrong had. He hadn’t come all this way for nothing. He remembered the cold of the Ninth Circle. The cold that Armstrong forced him into. He wouldn’t forgive that. He charged forward.

Armstrong stomped his foot. The ground turned to frozen slush. Sam lost his bearings and fell forward, allowing Armstrong to slam him into the ground with his elbow. He planted his foot on Sam’s chest.

- Ragnarust Round 4