Just as he was thinking that he was in the clear, taking steps away from the bar, Silva was frozen in his movement when he heard the sound of something crashing through the door of the building behind him. He was at least fifteen feet away from the place, and as he whirled around to see what was going on, was surprised to see that the woman who had helped his brother Rune had come flying out of the door, landing hard on the ground, a cloud of dust, dirt, and debris being sent into the air around her. Silva shelters his eyes, squinting so he could see through the dust, and after a moment uses a puff of wind from his palm to clear the air, showing the scene before him. Much to his disdain, standing there was the large whip yielding ogre, looking as vicious as ever, and simply thirsting for a fight. Why did creatures like them have to be so recklessly blood yearning? Disgusting.<br/><br/>Taking to the air, Silva lets loose a powerful gust of wind, focusing the blast on the ogre and knocking him to the ground, yelling out that there would be consequences. He kept his hand raised, aimed in the direction of the ogre, irritation now on his face as he glared through narrowed eyes, brows furrowed deeply, frowning in disappointment. He'd thought the scum would have listened and just dispersed, the threat of getting arrested should have been a big factor in that. He knew that a lot of these were wanted men, he'd have to say at least an eight to ten ration. Just the thought of being able to walk away without the repercussion of arrest should have been enough...but apparently this ogre's brain was smaller and his head just thicker to compensate the lost space. Well, it seemed that it was time to use the less preferred method, which sadly included knocking the lot of them out.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to let another blast of wind free, the whip flies forward, wrapping the tail end around Silva's ankle. His eyes widen as he was suddenly yanked from the sky, screaming as he came down, landing hard on the ground, knocking the air from his lungs, making him gasp for breath. Pricks of tears formed in the corners of his eyes at the pain, trying hard to breathe. Silva winced as the ogre came closer, saying some pretty crude things, but Silva keeps his tongue still, biting back the urge to scream and say for the ugly beast to get the hell away. But even if he'd had the courage to say those things, he couldn't, as he was barely able to get any oxygen in his chest. Another factor was the bit that he couldn't even think clearly at the moment, the blow that came with the impact of his body being hurled to the ground at such a speed was enough to rattle anyone's brains, especially if they weren't expecting it. So, all Silva could do at that moment was lay there, helpless as he fought to steady both his brain and his breathing.<br/><br/>Just as the ogre was about to be on top of him, saying something about selling silver-haired faeries and how much he, Silva, would sell for, the woman from before jumped up to her feet and tackled the hulking thing, keeping it away from Silva at the last moment. He quickly changes course, leaving Silva to the others who came swarming out of the bar, encircling them, in order to keep either from getting away. The woman keeps pummeling the ogre, and Silva finally was able to struggle to his feet, dress, and cloak now covered in dust and dirt. Stained...just like his pride at the moment. Then again, there wasn't much to stain in the first place, but that was for another time, now was not the place to think of that.<br/><br/>Silva didn't even bother with talking now, instead, he focused on getting them in control. The woman had somehow managed to knock out the ogre, but now the others were going towards her, a knife having made it's way past her defenses and lodging into her side, but she was able to deal with this, and a second she knocks aside with a punch. Stirring, the heap of ogre began to wake, and Silva could only shake his head, pushing thoughts aside as he didn't think any longer. Spreading his legs just slightly to get in a more steady stance, he slides one foot in an arch across the ground, which slowly turns muddy, as water starts to well up from underground pockets deep beneath the earth, turning muddier and muddier. Patches become puddles of water, that spreads across the dirt beneath the thugs' feet, covering their boots or sandals or whatever they were wearing with mud and water. Then, taking a breath, Silva takes a step forward, sliding the other foot in the opposite direction, in a quick motion, so that in the blink of an eye, the water and mud freezes over, stopping the smaller thugs in their tracks, the ice continuing to crawl up their legs until their whole lower bodies were encased, stalling movement completely. They yell out in surprise and anger, telling Silva to let them go, that he had no right to do this. Silva does not listen, instead turns to the thugs that had managed to get behind him, deciding to let the woman deal with the ogre until she needed him.<br/><br/>His eyes glowed as he fought, hair flowing like molten silver, natural and fluid. It showed in his very movements that he was no mere human, but something else entirely. Gusts of wind blow around the thugs, whirlwinds spiraling around as he focused, using his hands to control the flow of the air, looking almost to be in a dance as his hands moved this way and that in a swaying motion. Closing his eyes, he concentrates, forming the image of the thugs in his mind, seeing them in his head, seeing them covered in snow, frozen. The air temperature drops around them, the cold mainly over the men, who were now looking around, confused as to what was going on. Flakes of white drift down from nowhere, landing on them, one by one, until they were covered in less than five minutes, dropping to the ground like flies. Not dead, but just unconscious. Letting his arms drop, Silva takes a deep breath, sighing softly, turning to look towards the woman, to see how she was faring in her duel against the ogre. If she had finished by now, he would bow to her, speaking. "Thank you. I do hope that you can forgive me for causing trouble. Now, if you shall excuse me, I must be on my way. I'm trying to find my brother, and I don't want him to get too much further ahead of me." He bows again, and turns, getting ready to once more ensue the search for Rune.