Hearing White's shot, Edward finally caught sight of White again & gasped as he saw the Imps, fireballs in hand, moving to encircle White. Out of breath, drawing his revolver again, he muttered under his breath "Aww, tuck this nish man..." Bracing he fired at an Imp, catching it on the shoulder and hopefully downing it as it tumbled to the ground screeching. "Glacier, which way?" Edward yelled above the choas.