Childermass is already whirling around at the sound of Frost's voice, raising a wind in front of himself and Lambert both the second he catches the glint of ice sent flying through the air. It's a pointless effort, an attempt to knock the ice off target.

"Everyone, get down—!" is as much as he gets out before he takes a shard of ice in the shoulder, cutting through his magic as if it were nothing. He staggers back against the Ringmaster and Lambert both.