Algidus clucks his tongue--this human is showing remarkable awareness in the heat of combat. He's lost count of the number of opponents that simply panic and jump to avoid the shatter and get a face full of jagged ice shards for their poorly-thought out methods. The human manages to close the distance, and now the ice alien lets him take hold of his wrist, not sure what the intent is there; he knows that his opponent lacks the physical strength to tug him around, and if they're interlocked like this is means Firo won't be moving around a whole lot, which will make it easier to grab him and subject him to yet another blast of energy.

As his free hand comes back around to try and grab his opponent, he feels Firo's knee drive into his side. Well, that can't be comfortable for either of them. The ice over his flank is solid, well-accustomed to receiving blows, so while it hurts it isn't enough to get Algidus to flinch. He snarls, allowing the limb that the human has a hold on to liquidize so he can free himself--then takes a step back and shifts it into a massive gob of solid ice, attempting to slam that fierce attack right into the human's gut.