Surprised by the flying hourglass, Calumn nevertheless manages to catch it.
Then he moves forward, lips curling back from his fangs, and swings one meaty fist at you, Lucius. You duck beneath it, but you feel bone-cracking cold radiating from the hand as it passes by. In fact, Calumn's very presence seems to radiate an aura of deathly chill.
"I'd forgotten how anger pleases me..." he hisses.
[Your turn, Lucius. ]