[ Well... that makes Clive blink, hard. Those are cannon balls. The man is shooting canon balls. That poor snake, frankly, Clive snapping his fingers after with a sharp noise, causing the ice to expand and explode rapidly. It sends ice and small holy chunked pieces of rock snake everywhere. ]

It seems to depend on the method. Scatter their pieces and they come together more slowly, but simply slicing through the stone of them...

[ He sighs, kicking a piece of black rock aside, turning to the other. ]

Did it hit you?