"AT 'EM BILL!" Marley roared, then, having shifted back to human form when the cage vanished.
He began marshalling and manifesting a directional firestorm of conflagration magic, while simultaneously linking the Burleigh with his Inklemann Repeater Repair Timer, setting up a counter-temporal vortex that began immediately to eat away at the Gyre-destroying stasis imposed by teh Whites. Little by little the overwhelming wrongness of the monastery shifted into a sensation more in keeping with Temporal Balance, as Bill seemd to stay a raven - yet also, morph into something larger, an effect that was only visible out iof the corner of one's eye; if one looked at him directly with normal sight, he seemed as diminutive as ever, but the energies blasting frim him were huge. Although, they were also somehow discrete and controlled; they were almost like bursts of wild music...
But the effect of Marley's new vortex was slow; something else seemed to need doing to fix things. The Old Bridge! He suddenly remembered. The one they tore down!, The demise of that bridge had freed the Thames' flow and made it difficult for ice to form and get locked up between it and London Bridge, thus ending the possibilities for future freeeze-overs and thus in turn any more Frost Festivals (and secretly, by the design of the organization that would become the Knights Temporal, creating a more permanent Gyre). The ice had formed on the first bridge, then broken loose and become lodged on the next, damming the flow, making it sluggish to still, thus making complete freezing possible, which then slowed the rest of the river upstream, allowing it to freeze as well).
The new Gyre-healing vortex created and kept nominally safe in his vest pockets, Marley began to search, while also fighting the Whites, for something which was serving the same purpose as the Old Bridge, something that hindered the river's flow...
