Re: Zanna & Conor & Open
"Cold sounds way better," she nodded, her attention focused ahead. Zanna could be deadly in her own way, but for the moment she felt her energy was better spent on trying to help their human customers rather than turn men wielding guns into piles of flowers.
By the time she turned, Conor had already handled the gunman – pretty well, if she judged by the size of the ice-ball rolling slowly away from them. "He's not waking up," she answered, tugging back on his hand for just a moment. When she let him pull her again, the fallen intruder was nothing but a raised mound of earth and a growing tangle of briars.