Fang peeked from behind Lalalin, focusing on the wires Intensely. While he watched his bow formed in his hands and he was ready to draw at moments notice. "Instead of fucusing the wires, let's use them to our advantage" An icicle formed on the Bow which he shot as soon as it did. he aimed for a wire, attempting to entangle it, but it flew right past it "To thin. I'd need to tie them to something."