"Good idea" Mort said quietly "One of us has to be bait..."

Raven followed her, guilt slowly flooding her with each step.

"What's wrong?" Garret asked Raven quietly.

It dove, quick and fast, sharp toothed beak opened wide.

Right before the bird reached him, he lightning dashed upwards, landed on it's back. He took a fistful of feathers to hold on, waiting for it to get away from the ice.

Mac looked around to make sure it was well away from the others and off the ice. He climbed his way to it's neck, and latched on near where the brain stem should be. With a "Hwooooargh" He Discharged a large amount of electricity into the bird, intent on frying it's brain.

The bird slammed into the ground, shaking, but not breaking, the ice. It had stopped moving, sufficiently fried.

Mickey had stumbled but remained upright. Garret was not as lucky as he went sliding forward.

"Idea!" He said, as a wind began to curl its way over the ice. It hit them, sending them rocketing forward across the lake.

Mort got knocked back from the force.

Mort got up quietly thinking the same thing.

"Im okay, I'm okay," she insisted to Mac, though her teeth were chattering. "We have to keep going," she nodded towards the castle. Garret frowned, growing frustrated. "How do we even know you're the real Mickey? This whole thing could be a trap," He objected. Mickey looked at him, looking hurt. "I'm sorry but it's a valid question."

"It's okay, it's a valid question," Mickey said to Mac quietly. "I don't quite believe all of you are real, exactly."

Mort said nothing, but was processing something else in his head.

"He can't access his demon form, I thought he was bullshitting us. His girlfriend brought up how we all changed, and forced me to talk about what happened to you. I made a snarky joke and he got upset. When I told him to back off because I was pissed, he tried to kill me with a double barrel." Mac said just as quietly.