After a fair amount of travel, the icy demon came across a human settlement, the too-loud screechy voices of them thunking into his ears like bolts from a crossbow. He grumbled, shaking himself, causing a swarm of snowflakes to tumbled off of him, he did what could only be described as rearing as a most unwanted stench tumbled up his nose, one he had learned to loath: Fire
A powerful bleat escaped from his mouth as he drew his wickedly sharp sword, a run up, his hooves thumping across compressed dirt, and small clouds of dust, billowed up. Each step he made created a hoofprint, wreathed in ice, and the ever-lasting snowflakes tumbled behind him. His powerful legs released like a tensed spring, and he shot up onto the sloped and thatched roof of the nearest building, he glanced around, looking for smoke...
"Come out you whimpering, ember touched cur!" He yelled with ferocity "Let the humans once again see why the ice and the fire loath each other so!" His light clothing rippled, the two axes clacking as the tapped each other.