Gargoyle’s skin began to morph, losing its crusted, stony exterior, turning splotchy and baby soft. Starting with his head, then moving down his neck, into his shoulders and chest. He gawked at Nova, stunned. “Does that upset you?” she taunted. Gargoyle roared and charged for her, swinging his arm—still stone. Nova lifted her hands. Frostbite screamed. His fist smashed down onto the solid blocks of ice, shattering them. His last act before the stone was gone completely.
