"I'm not sure how to kill it!" Malz shouted as Anko jerked her out of the way of another set of ice spikes. "We should focus on getting away!"
Ferro was already working on that, trying to bring them further south.
As they dodged and fled, Malz tried to consider their options. Her suit felt close to half-full mana wise, but she'd used it far less than Ferro and Anko. The homeostasis functions, while they'd been walking through the cold, didn't drain the suits much, but they had slowed the rate at which the suits would store mana.
And the suits had a lot of functions in addition to a versatility Heaven would have killed for. The lightness of the material, its durability and ability to self-repair - as Ferro had confirmed when ripping the crotch of his open in order to urinate - were comparable to godflesh without any of the setbacks. Like needing to lose part of one's flesh to incorporate it.
But for all their benefits, their limits were something they had to deal with now.
