The air got colder as the dragon lunged at him. The way he lunged Sam could see he had no problem snapping at Sam but either he had restraint or couldn’t see him clearly. Maybe this guy saw like a snake? If that was the case Sam would be hardly visible if not just an empty space due to his cold. Sam now considered him a dragon because of the quick shift in temperament. Granted Sam had been taunting him to stop being a downer and help. The air continued to get colder, uncomfortably so for anyone other than him.

Sam didn’t moved but pushed a brick and smirked, ”No. I don’t know who you are, nor do I care. You are a mutant in trouble, that’s all I know. I’m here to get you out of trouble.” Sam pushed another brick. Sam then paused and folded his arms and looked at the giant dragon the air still cold and snow and ice forming along the ground near the dragon. ”Unless you aren’t in trouble. Then I have no business being here.” He let the comment sit for a few moments then started pushing a few bricks.

”Also if you threaten me again you’ll find out why I don’t have an issue talking to you like that.” the cold air around the dragon warmed a bit. ”Now if your gonna be pissy be pissy towards the wall, like you just did with that tail then we can both be on our way yeah?” Sam said as he used his ice armor to enhance his strength and push a few more rocks from the wall.

The air suddenly got very cold.

Ambrose suspected that this was an ice mutant's method of being passive-aggressive. He'd take a swat at the man if it weren't for the fact that the air temperature dropping actually meant that Sam was getting less visible by the second, and it'd probably be more humiliating to swing and miss than it would be to just stay quiet.

He really wanted to lash out, though. He could practically hear the smirk in Sam's voice, accompanied by the grinding of a brick being pushed out, as Sam spoke. "Unless you aren't in trouble. Then I have no business being here." There were a few moments of silence, as Sam clearly let the comment sit, and Ambrose didn't dignify him with a response. As much as Ambrose loathed to admit it, he'd need the ice mutant's help to get out of this room, and probably out of the sewer, too.

”Also if you threaten me again you’ll find out why I don’t have an issue talking to you like that.” The temperature rose again, and Sam's outline grew a little clearer - a slightly darker, human-shaped patch in what otherwise seemed like total darkness to Ambrose. "Now if your gonna be pissy be pissy towards the wall, like you just did with that tail then we can both be on our way yeah?”

What? Tail? Ambrose grew vaguely aware of a light sort of throbbing in, yup, his tail, and when he looked at the wall that Sam was working on, he realized that the pitch black of the ice stopped to make way for the greyish color of room-temperature air at some point. There was, in fact, a whole section of the iced-over bricks knocked out, in a shape that suspiciously resembled Ambrose's tail whacking through the wall. Huh. He hadn't expected that little resistance; that'd been why he hadn't noticed to begin with.

Ambrose turned and leaned his head closer to the wall, right above where Sam was working, stopping when he could feel the radiating cold of the ice against his muzzle. He didn't give any words of warning, then, just reared his head back a bit before headbutting the wall. An entire section of wall collapsed in a large pile of ice and smashed stone. This impressive yet sulky display of strength had technically been more thanks to a combination of ice making the bricks brittle, bad structural integrity, and Sam and Ambrose's prior work by tail and hand than it was to Ambrose's actual strength, but it looked impressive, and that was all Ambrose could ask for.

Would you look at that. Apparently, Ambrose wasn't in trouble, because -

Oh, shoot.

Only now did Ambrose really take a moment to think about Sam's words. Most people Ambrose knew didn't troll sewers for captive dragons because they felt like it. Sam also didn't know who Ambrose was, which, in addition to being insulting, indicated that this wasn't something Sam had been hired to do. And Ambrose knew of only one group of people who staged impromptu, drunk rescue missions to help get mutants out of trouble for purely altruistic purposes.

"Say," Ambrose said, carefully, "you're an X-Man, aren't you? I think I've seen you with that pink-haired guy. Haggis Johnson or something like that."

That was mostly a lie. Ambrose wouldn't be able to identify Sam from the president of the United States right now, but Sam didn't know that. The only true part was that Ambrose legitimately thought that the pink-haired X was called Haggis. Yes, like the food.

...he wasn't very good with names.

”Haggis Johnson?” Sam asked smirking at the name then the pile of bricks that jabber jaw knocked over. Sam froze another section of wall then started to push the bricks opening the hole more. ”No, I’m not an X-man, at least not today.” Sam said. This wasn’t an X-man sanctioned rescue mission for a few reasons. One he was drunk, drunker than he had been in a while and two there were some bodies nearby and while he had no problem killing people he tried to keep that s far away from missions as possible, especially when there was other team members around.

”Pink hair sounds familiar though. Maybe he owes me money.” mused Sam as he thought about the last time he talked to Cafas. Sam pushed another brick then asked, ”Why are you down here anyways?” another brick. ”It seems someone went through a lot of trouble to keep you down here. Dumb guards aside those chains were pretty hefty.” Sam asked still wondering the situation behind the dragon being held captive.

"Haggis Johnson?" Okay, he'd been a bit off. Just a little, maybe. He'd remembered that Johnson had one of the strangest first names he'd ever seen (and he had a child named Panu), but apparently Haggis wasn't it. Oh well. Point made, though, because -

Uh oh.

"Not today" was a rather loaded statement. "Not today" either meant "most of the time" or "in the past" or "I got drunk during my large amount of time off-duty and decided to drag my altruistic ass down to the sewers to free a dragon as some bizarre reversal of a fairy tale knight."

Ambrose had an idea which one it was.

But either way, that spelled out trouble for him, especially when Sam mentioned he might've known Haggis or whatever (had there been a C? There might've been a C. Cassie or something? Was there an S?), because was not simply owed money by high-ranking X-Men. So yes, he was definitely being rescued by at least a part-time X-Man. Who was, apparently, now questioning how one got a dragon chained up in a sewer.

Valid question, even if it wasn't one Ambrose really wanted to answer.

Ambrose gave the wall another kick, barely skimming Sam's shoulder (actually by accident this time) on the way to knocking down more of the weakened bricks. Well, when he'd been told he was a psychopath, he was also told he might find himself being impulsive. Often. Perhaps this should be one of those times.

"I'm a member of an anarchist group set on destroying the world," Ambrose said dryly, in a way that could be interpreted as serious if one thought too hard about it (but judging by how strong the reek of alcohol was, Sam didn't currently possess the higher brain functions to) but would probably instead be seen as more of a really off-color joke. "These people are similarly terrorists aiming to destroy the world. They were feeling competitive." Those last two sentences were definitely sarcastic, though, and bitingly so. But come to think of it, why was Ambrose down here? He never did figure that out. Well, best to ponder it later when he was actually free, probably.

Sam dodged the next strike of the tail; he wasn’t sure if the dragon was trying to hit him or was coming close and missing on purpose. Sam let it slide as he pushed another brick then froze another portion of the wall. ”That’s not really a good answer, dude.” Sam said pushing some more bricks. If he was a member of an anarchist group set on destroying the world then why was Sam helping him. Maybe he should just leave the dragon behind. Sam thought about it for a second then shook his head, not a good way for things to go down. Even if he needed help Sam could deal with him later. He dealt with worse. A dragon wasn’t going to be too difficult.

Another large section shifted free and crumbled to the already large pile of bricks. The wall was now big enough for the dragon to squeeze through at least Sam had thought so. Maybe the dragon’s ego would like to argue. ”If they were feeling competitive why didn’t they just kill you?” Sam asked dryly as well as if that was the best solution. Sam never really thought about taking over the world but killing the competition made the most sense to him.

”Why do you want to destroy the world?” Sam asked not sure if the guy was serious. The way things sounded the dragon was a teen that just broke up with his girlfriend, or boyfriend and now wanted everyone to be as miserable as he.