Oh boy! His time to shine! Harrow leaps to his feet all too eagerly and raises his hands to shoulder level.

"Usually I do gusts of frosty wind or conjure chains of ice or coat myself in crystal frost to keep myself protected, but I've been workin' on a new spell! Tryin' to conjure up an ice shockwave in front of me. So... So don't judge me if it ain't perfect! I'm still gettin' the hang of it."

He steps away from Reynard and positions himself so that his audience has a good view of what's to come. Then he stretches one arm out behind him and leans back, posing like he's about to throw a bowling ball. With an unpward sweep of his arm and a confident step forward he conjures icy stalagmites out in front of him like a wave. They're only a few feet tall, but dangerously sharp and jutting in all directions. The little trail of deadly spikes extends just a few feet before him. Hardly a difficult obstacle to avoid at this rate.

"I'm workin' on distance! I'm hopin' it'll go three or four yards by the time I get more control over it. Right now it's a lot of conjurin' in a shape I ain't used to, so I focus on the form of the icicles more than the spread, but..."

He clears his throat and smiles to keep himself from making too many excuses.