Zanna & Conor & Open
Conor followed in her wake, mostly dragged along, but at least she seemed to know where she was going. "I think they'll take cold over death," he agreed. "We need to get them out of the line of fire, this place is like shooting panicking fish in a barrel."
Footsteps came rushing up behind them, and out of the corner of his eye, Conor saw someone he didn't know, and that definitely wasn't a guest, judging by the weapon he was holding. Before he could think about it, he drew the moisture from the surrounding air and froze it, ending up with a dense chunk of ice the size of a volleyball. He smashed it into their would-be attacker's head and darted back, pulling at Zanna now. "I don't want to be around when he wakes up..."