Re: Harlem - Snow and *A Spooky and Creepy Thing
[Riddles. He offers her riddles instead of answers and irritation spikes in her, but it’s a familiar ache. She’s used to dealing with that kind of nonsense back home.
But it’s not something that she’s expecting here and it makes her awareness prickle she tries to figure out why. He’s not like her, no, so she can’t size him or his abilities up the way she would another magic user or cursed creature back home. The confusion doesn’t last long, not of him, her world narrowing to the throb in her head and the punch of power her hands give, the attacking invader howling as ice overtakes him from head to toe. She hears the rending of armor, the slice of flesh, but she can’t spare a look behind her to see who is overtaking who. Another charges her and she sends him reeling with another blast, wrenching a sword in his frozen hand before letting the frost claim him.
She didn’t expect to see him crouching over a body, blood and water splattered all over the street. The blood and carnage don’t bother her, not after what she’s seen. It’s him that makes her brow furrow and the echo of his words fall her mouth.] What are you, really?