Lake Bresha. Once it had been a lake on the outer-rim of Cocoon, situated directly underneath the Hanging Edge. Yet, now the lake was filled with the debris which had fallen with the Pulse Vestige; it's waters frozen by the dying Fal'Cie, Anima. And among the frozen lake, sits the crystallized form of Serah Farron.

Despite the others reasoning that PSICOM was hot on their tail and the impossibility of being able to free her crystal, her fiancé, Snow, stayed. The NORA leader, determined to free her no matter what was in store for him. After all, he was a L'Cie and PSICOM were just some rookie troops swinging around overpriced toys. They hadn't fought anything Pulse related in centuries, never mind a L'Cie.

So, Snow took his makeshift icepick and attempted to break through the ice. Not even stopping at the sound of ships coming from behind him. Their light's roaming about the area before finding their way to Snow.

Within seconds there was the deployment troops. More than would be needed to detain one Purgee. Then again, maybe they had already known about their transformation into Pulse L'Cie; Cocoon's sworn enemy.

Before one of them could get close enough to hit him, or ready their gun, Snow threw his makeshift icepick as hard as he could towards the soldiers. A few falling back from the impact. Leaping off the icy foothill, he ran at a trooper, jumping and landing on the man's chest; knocking the soldier out instantly.

More troops were dropped; rushing in, guns raised. Though, this didn't even seem to make him scared. For he only smirked, raising his fists in a fighting stance. His actions almost making this whole confrontation like it was all just a challenge to him.

The troops started to shoot at him, prompting Snow to rush forward. His large frame and immense strength making quick work of the greener PSICOM members, while others weren't so easy. Standing up shakily, they rushed at him again, firing, not caring if they missed.

With the men quickly recovering, his rapid loss of strength and energy had begun to take its toll. Leading the L'Cie to fall on his knees, scowling up at the ship as more PSICOM came rushing in. You could see his will to fight beginning to waver.

And then it happened. His brand began to glow as a glyph emerged at his side. The men shouting to one another to get back as it expanded into a sphere, then finally bursting. The figures of two women-like creatures appearing from within.

They summoned a frosty wind which was only magnified by the silver-skinned female's weapon; a wheel which swirled around the men as if it had a mind of its own, confining them to the area of the other's spell. With no effort, the soldiers had been killed off.

And once they were gone, the summons' gaze moved towards Snow, who jumped back, getting back in a fighting stance.