With the other taking to being skittish, very cat-like in his mind, his attention went back to the more personal human girl. As her moves seemed to freeze his arrows, he tried not to roll his eyes. As a tundra-elf, he was all too familiar with frost/ice abilities. Granted, Gin had no idea that what Chai truly controlled was time. Perhaps, in due time, he would learn. Until then, he would make a rookie and possibility stupid assumption.

"Freezing an arrow? Well, I'm not sure of the scoop of your powers, but one of my brethren had frost abilities. She wasn't the best user so the arrow imploded. It was... odd." His orbs moved to the woodland man. "If we are going to test this, I suggest we find a better place. Wouldn't want to level the town accidentally." With a light shoulder roll, he pointed an arrow in the direction of the woods. "About two and a half miles that way, there's the pit. We might be able to test out an explosion there. If you amplify it by any chance, at least it won't reach the city... well, I hope."

He was awfully spry for being previously mysterious and apologetic. Perhaps he was warming up to the idea of talking to another? Just when was the last time he truly had interactions of any sort? He was a bit of loner in this city. And it didn't help that he was elven. Sure, elves roamed the city, but not many of his cult and clan. In fact, he had yet to cross another who controlled either fire or ice, the two magical types that hailed from his region.

"Er, if you're interested Miss...?" He paused. "I've been rather rude, milady. My name is Gindart Wexbuero of the Ashelynn Elf Tribe." He bowed ever so lightly to the woman before him.