[ Now that's something you don't see every day. Kenny watches the scene unfold -- the young man pulling a handheld cannon out of thin air and decimating the titan-like creature. (A real titan would still collapse after having its head blown off, to be fair. It would just regenerate with a bit of time and let it carry on.) ]

[ He offers a wry smirk to the figure fuming in the distance. ]

Ain't look like ya need it, grouchy.

[ Heh. It almost reminds him of someone-- ]

[ Nevermind. ]

[ With the giant enemies dispersed (for now), the smaller snow monsters seem to be getting bolder. Kenny whistles, though it's hard to say if he's actually impressed or just being sarcastic, as he watches a skeleton seemingly rot rapidly. That's a terrifying ability, actually, but definitely one that could be useful. Especially when it comes to hiding bodies or getting the cops off your ass- ]

[ Unfortunately, while he's admiring the view, it seems some of the snowskeletons finally notice him too. Several of them make a determined stroll toward his tree and start climbing it with surprising agility, considering they have no muscles. ]

[ Kenny's grin finally fades. ]

Oi, oi. Ya gotta be shittin' me, these guys spread like cold sores. Keep 'em to yourself!

[ He blasts a couple of them off the tree, then decides that wasting more bullets on this isn't the answer. The next snowskeleton gets impaled by what looks like a giant icicle and thrown back to the ground where it pins it down. ]