Jon frees himself from the ice just enough to try and roll with the punch.
Its not enough. Its not nearly enough.
He goes though a wall, then another, and then a third, before skidding along the floor of a large hall, leaving a deep divot in the ground. He groans, still moving, but otherwise shows little sign of animation, as he lies a few feet away from Svalin, Vernique and Ragnfrior, the way to them clear to the black lantern.
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