Charon stared at Mortismere with a slightly bewildered look on her face as he seemed to spin round in ever decreasing circles, the nail gun taking on a life of its own. Maybe she shouldn't have let Augustus loose on the thing, god knows what sort of fail safes he'd built into it. Since Morty didn't seem to be able to let go of it, she guessed it was some sort of DNA encoded hand grip designed to ....well stick and go mad when anyone else touched it?!!

A slight cracking noise made her look upwards, nails fired off seemingly randomly had hit virtually every icicle that had formed on the top of the cube and now some of them were beginning to come loose with all the blundering around Morty was doing.

She manouvered herself carefully away from the worst icicles, sat down and held onto the bottom ring rope. Morty looked at her in desperation.

"Charon!! What the hell is....?!!"

The nailgun shot off another volley of nails, it was another couple of minutes before Charon realised that the nailgun was in actual fact trying to turn itself in Morty's hand so it could point directly at him. He was now slipping and sliding very ungracefully in the center of the ring, still wrestling with the nailgun.

Charon grinned to herself as she used the bottom rope to propel her feet into the glass side of the cube, there was a dull thunking noise as she connected followed by an ominous crackling. She looked up again to see more icicles starting to come loose. Her ribs also crunched and she winced but the pain would be worth it if she could acheive the seemingly impossible.

She slid her feet into the glass again, again and again, five icicles had now worked loose. She took a deep breath but the cold and the pain were taking their toll on her. Luck comes in many forms however, and as she began to think the damned icicles would never fall, Mortismere crashed heavily into the side of the cube, lost his footing on the icy canvas and fell over backwards the nailgun still trying to fire nails at him. Despite herself she couldn't help chuckling at the bizarre sight, a loud cracking signalled that the whole iced up ceiling had come loose and was about to fall, she threw herself as close to the side of the cube as she could get and closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

From the spectators point of view it looked like an avalanche contained within a snow globe and sounded like the muffled booming of explosives going off at odd intervals. Charon had covered her head the best she could with her arms and had curled into a tight foetal position under the corner turnbuckle. It deflected the worst of the icy fall but she felt ice slicing at her arms and legs and a part of her felt a little bit sorry for Mortismere but not much. Finally, the debris seemed to stop falling and silence followed, she uncurled herself and had to partially dig herself free of the ice fall, she shook her head, partially to clear her head and partially to free her hair of icy particles. There was at this point no sign of Mortismere.....