Armand staggers up to the building, but not to take shelter. He snatches up an old but well-preserved two-by-four from a collapsed wall and spins around to face his foe, adrenaline fueling his strength and numbing the pain. That's when he hears his voice, shouting words in a chillingly familiar way. Something in his chest lightens.

Louis.

They may not have the happiest companionship, but he's still his companion. Exactly how is he still moving so quickly? That's a question for later.

For now, he swings the two-by-four with all his might, shattering the ice holding bones together. This isn't about to be how either of them die.

"Here!" he shouts, seizing another two-by-four and tossing it in Louis' direction.