Tassadar's armour protected most of his body from the cold and biting winds as he charged through the area towards his prey. His people were gifted in many ways, as their bodies were easily adaptable to almost any type of environment, and it was no different here as his large form travelled with ease. While his visibility may have been low, Tassadar didn't need it as he instead relied on his strong sense of smell to navigate the area.

That was how he had found one of the madness crazed animals waiting to ambush whoever walked by its territory.

He didn't need any mundane weapon in order to fight. The sharp claws on his hands were more than enough to offer a fatal blow if the need ever arose. Besides, he had fought against far worse than what this world could throw at them, and had nothing but trust in his abilities in these battles.