We love the smell of fear

In the end, testing the ice for soft spots didn’t seem to be the best option. Once he felt confident in a portion thin enough to break through, he was met with unforeseen resistance. It took not one, but several smashes to finally get the ice to break, which sent Rhazien stumbling forward and into a shard of ice. A throaty, irritated growl irrupted from his throat, head tipping down so he could look at the icy structure jutting out from his leg. Blood wept from the wound, creating splatters around his paws. Turning to the guide, his lips peeled back and he flashed his fangs at her. This was her fault. "Enough!" He seethed, taking a step towards her, trying to usher her towards the hallway that was destroyed. It seemed to be the only way out of this place. "You go first, unless you'd rather face me.” Be the sacrafice. She was just standing there, crying and being useless. And Rhazien had enough of it. The least she could do was lead the way, or show him a better one.

Route chosen: Charisma.  

”Speech”