Serph is used to fighting in a small, coordinated team. None of his old comrades are here and he has had to adjust to that. With so many enemies, Serph kicks away the skewered chromehound and lets out a hissing breath, pillars of ice temporarily walling off the rest of the hounds from approach.

He remembers seeing shots being fired, some kind of energy(?) rifle that reminds him distantly of SecUnit's gun arms. So, a ranged fighter maybe?

Despite the guttural snarl to his voice, Serph's tone is otherwise calm. "Do you have your ranged weapon with you?"

Did it get knocked away?

Some of the chromehounds begin to scurry so they can go around the icy wall, while others pull back so they can ram it in an attempt to shatter the ice.