Snowy, the recently decapitated snow creature, had gained possession of Key’s magical purple cane.  It brandished it about, whirling it, striking with it.  A fierce storm was brought forth, one that matched the malevolent creature’s mind.  The hymenopterans could not near the entrance to the cave due to the intense buffeting of the winds.  Spears were hurled at the frozen head that was Snowy, but any weapon that was not turned aside by the windy blasts merely nicked the icy skull.  The malign creature had but a head and one woody arm, but with them it would wreak great misfortune upon the already beleaguered land.