It's bitingly cold. Deep down Ignis realizes, in a darkly amused way, that the biting cold should be welcome after the burning that had filled him as the price of putting on the Ring. Instead, the cold just settles into that already laced deep in his bones, filling the void the burning left behind, making it harder to breathe let alone think.

Fortunately for him, the terrible shrieking of ice sliding across ice jerks him out of his own mind and into the present. It's a bad sound made even worse when he realizes it's accompanied by the sound of someone running. Automatically, his head whips in the direction of the footsteps almost as if he's forgotten he won't be able to see anything. Maybe he has. Despite having many months on the island to get used to his blindness, at the time he's just returned from at home, he's only been blind for about four days.

He curses softly under his breath, twin daggers appearing in his hands in a burst of blue crystal. As Ignis forces himself to shift away from using his useless eyes as his primary sense to using his hearing, the daggers light up with electricity.

Will his Spellbinding work the same here as it had at home? He has no time to doubt. Not with someone's life on the line. Body tensing, he focuses on the nearest source of sound that isn't footsteps and then lets the electricity's power draw him to it.

"Keep running!" The words are all but torn from his mouth as Ignis dashes passed the source of the footsteps and feels his daggers come into contact with ice, shattering the fin of one shark into tiny glimmering pieces.