Carin shot to her feet, sending her chair flying backwards behind her.<br/>Clods of dirt or stone in the hands of an elementalist were as lethal to humans as bullets from a gun and potentially far, far nastier. Not that she had to worry about bullets much. The waterspout in her hand flattened itself, then balled up, freezing into a baseball-sized chunk of ice which she cradled in her hand like one.<br/><br/>"Come on," she boomed, motioning to the front exit, "we'll go to my place, we'll be safe there." She had backup, half a block away, but she needed a big enough ruckus to get their attention as she carried no communications equipment.<br/>She sensed one peeking around the edge of the front window to look in,. A twist of her torso and a fling of her arm sent the ball of ice fast-balling through the glass, beaning the unfortunate man in the shoulder. The 60-mile-per-hour impact of a pound of solid water shattered the unfortunate target's collarbone and all but destroyed his shoulder. His screams were loud, but hardly a big enough ruckus to summon the cavalry.