The word failed to be caught as he kept pushing his labor along, the brisk air sending spikes down his throat with each inhale. Biting cold tried to pierce its long fangs into the heat of his palms; to staunch the life that flowed behind callous. Only when the brazen hue of pink flare within the snowball did the Brute halt in his pacing, instinct bringing him to step backwards two paces as sharp eyes noted the shift of the field around.
Mesmerized by the effects of a strange power, the malformed sphere trembled and shaped itself as a foundation soon to be joined by smaller recreations. Broly could not put a name to it if he tried, caught watching with a faint recollection of a time when the world seemed so big to once gentle and curious eyes watching from beneath a shrouded canopy on the many herbivorous fauna grazing upon a bright azure grassland on a distant planet.
Twigs and stones floated, thin panes of ice all were collected and used to form facial features upon the newly-made 'snow-man' as the Earthlings called it. A foolish thought to bring forth his hand almost gave in to impulse, a desire to simply feel the surface and marvel how pristine such a creation had been born without a finger ever being lifted.
It was better than anything he could hope to make.
An act of Creation rather than Destruction.
The image of a desert flower blooming crossed his mind, how harsh its environment lay but despite every day attempting to snuff it from existence; the flower still refused to die until the rainfall came to bless with its life giving sustenance. Dark brows furrowed, his eyes lost in thought to the point he didn't notice the brighter hue glimmering beneath his feet. Not until the shadows rising upon the ground finally tore his head from the clouds of his own folly and his eyes widened to the sight of a snowy army surrounding him.
Caught like a deer in headlights, admonishment mentally befell himself on being careless in his wayward distraction. Limbs sprouted, the soft and laughably rounded forms grew sharper as if they might come alive with their vacant eyes boring into his own. Intuition brought his tail to curl towards the safe harbor beneath the maroon sash around his hips, hooking firmly around his hips to secure a glaring weakness.
Soldiers born of ice and snow, the words spoken by Eve instigated the familiar burn of a warrior's spirit beneath the flesh of the Saiyan. A song of war he had been taught since he was young, the scorching instinct bristling at the hairs upon the back of his neck.
The shudder of his breath, fists clenched.
Then.. a fanged smirk full of teeth and malicious glee cut deeply across his lips.
No reason to bother wasting his breath.
The sharp slash of icy wind filled his lungs.
Broly's figure maneuvered for evasion as opposed to tanking through the first two icy soldiers, lanky frame diving low to a crouch. The sun blotted with the shadow of the second, its aim clear.
Broly snurled, lunging out to the side and catching himself with both palms landing into the snow ridden field. His arms bunched with power, pushing himself off in a backwards flip.
His feet did not betray him but just barely as the slight slip of his heel almost had his heart jump with the forgotten factor of fighting on slippery terrain. His weight immediately worked against him, the shift underfoot catching him on the back-peddle. Burst of powder blinded him, the sharp weight of impact barreling with the sound of bone and flesh being hit. A sharp grunt bit itself back, his shoulder blade brimming with an ache.
Darkness shut his vision from the world, ears catching on the lunging of bodies closing in-
A hitch of a growl clutched at his throat, his legs felt the tremor beneath..!
Instinct brought his fists up and slammed them down to create a vicious shock wave uprooting the soil beneath outwards. Silvery flesh tore apart to reveal the frozen dirt beneath, creating much needed space for the Brute to swipe at his tightly shut eyes and clear them of the icy powder. Seconds were as vital as the air in his lungs when caught in the swarm of enemies.
Fists clenched harsh, flesh running hotter as the Saiyan opted to take an offensive front and lunged directly for one of his foes with a reeled-back fist poised to strike through the formation of their head.