Flamebind would be so much better for this, but the heat from the flames would also make the ice more unsafe than it already is. Ignis fights back the urge to flinch each time hear hears it creak and groan through the screeching of the creatures' movements. It's safer to stick to Stormbind for now, using its power to draw him from one target to another. The fates have blessed him in this at least. The skill doesn't seem to care whether he's focusing on something visually or audibly. It still takes him to it.

It's just a shame it doesn't work the way a real warp would. He could use it to catch up with the person he'd just saved then. But no, he needs a target. He can't just whip his blade in a general direction and go to it.

Ah well. Wishing does no good, he thinks as he drives his blades into another target, pleased to hear a fin shatter once more. At least his strength hasn't suffered too much even if he is exhausted in so many other ways. Still, he's not going to push his luck as he feels the ice literally start to shift under his feet. As soon as he hears the boy call out, Ignis turns his focus to him.

"Keep talking so I can follow your voice!" It probably sounds like a strange request, but right now he doesn't have the time to explain.