Glacies looked up as he saw the man in front of him stop. He raised his brow momentarily before the man began to rush him. As the lightning flashed, he could hear the other man yell at him. With a sigh he brought his umbrella down in between him and the other man. The umbrella between himself and the other man began to wrap around his outstretched arm and the hood of the umbrella thickened slightly, transforming from a mere thin umbrella into a half inch thick shield.

His eyes locked with his opponent as the two throwing weapons clashed with one another and bounced off to either side, lodging into two nearby trees. He frowned as he felt the water begin to seep back into his hair and clothing. With a flick of his wrist he thinned the shield back out, unwrapped it from his arm and put it back over his head.

“Great, I'm wet again,” he muttered under his breath as he released just the slightest bit of his magic on his body and caused the water to freeze. He shook the frozen droplets off and brushed down his coat. “Seriously, how annoying.” He looked up at the man who had accosted him with a quizzical look.

As the man introduced himself and began asking his question, Glacies pointedly ignored him for the time being. At the moment, he was slightly on the annoyed side.

“Was that supposed to be some kind of test?” he said, just loud enough to be heard in the rain. As the rain slowly poured off of his umbrella, he flashed a halfhearted smile. “Seriously, kind of a dick move when the two of us are supposed to be on the same side. You could at least warn someone.” He held out a hand and called upon the power of his magic once more.

The water around him formed into small needles of ice, roughly five centimeters long and five millimeters thick. He moved his hand around and the points of the needles followed his motion. Finally, he stopped the tip of his finger, pointing at the other man.

“Also, no, it would take far more than a couple of small weapons to put me down. I imagine it would be the same for him,” he said with a smirk. He dropped his hand and allowed the icy weapons to dissipate into the thin air.

“The security level of the outfit?” Rehtul thought as he fished inside his jacket. He pulled out the small book he kept on his person, in which he kept notes on missions of varying importance. “If I'm not entirely mistaken, this outfit is loaded to the brim with new equipment for the mines. If this gets knocked over the entire mining operation gets put back a few years. The equipment is old and useless, and this new stuff was shipped in from Alerar, if I'm not mistaken.”

“Suffice to say, my new friend, this is an important shipment. I'm probably not even supposed to know about what I do. I'm just friends with the record keeper for the mercenary guild that took the job on,” he said with a shrug. He placed the notebook back into his breast pocket with a slight nod of his head.

“We... should probably get a move on, however. The caravan shouldn't be too much longer until we leave.” He turned toward the caravan with a flourish of his knee length coat and waved. Suddenly, however, he stopped and turned back toward Hayate and caused the water at his feet to curl up around his body and freeze, ending in two ice blades poised to strike like vipers.

“Glacies Frost, Radasanth, ice mage.” With that, he let the ice drop and melt and continued on his way.