"I feel like I actually have quite a bit of potential as an artist. Wouldn't you agree?"
With one hand propping up his chin, Zuo Ci gazed at the lump of ice sculpture before him in considerable satisfaction.
The sculpture was massive without being obtrusive, its pose exaggerated without feeling contrived. It brimmed with strength yet retained a sense of fluidity. Truly a rare masterpiece!
All that time Zuo Ci had spent waiting up in the sky for the perfect opportunity hadn't been wasted.
It would have been even better if he didn't have that stink on him, though.
"Y-yeah... it does seem pretty artistic..."
Victor scratched his head as he helped his wife to her feet. Honestly, as a science-and-engineering guy, he really couldn't see what was so artistic about this frozen Clayface.
But since his boss had said so, he ought to offer a few words of agreement as an employee.
"Wait, hang on. Wasn't there something I was going to say...
"No, wait! Boss, ice can't hold him! We need another way!"
Distracted by Zuo Ci, Mr. Freeze had nearly forgotten the important part.
When this guy had been chasing him earlier, Mr. Freeze had initially tried fighting back, and the Cold Gun had produced very obvious results.
But Clayface's properties were just too strange. At first, after being frozen at an ultra-low temperature, he could only break free through brute force. Later, once he wised up, he would immediately turn himself inside out whenever he was frozen, using the heat inside his body to thaw himself rapidly.
Even if Mr. Freeze froze him at maximum power, he could generate heat through friction inside his body, then turn himself inside out to thaw. There was simply no holding him.
And as though to prove Mr. Freeze's point,