Lolita winced as the wind struck up, flying past with enough force to shake her loose clothes and send the ribbons, not very tightly tied to begin with, fluttering out of her hair.<br/><br/>She watched them flutter away and pushed mindlessly at her brown hair, now flowing free and into her face as the wind kept on towards them.<br/><br/>Her gaze snapped to Codam as he began to speak and she wondered why he was telling her such things, what did some evil god have to do with the sudden windstormâ€¦ But then she realized, it wasnâ€™t just a windstorm. There was a living force behind it and she stumbled back farther from him as he continued to speak.<br/><br/>His brother? Was this force really coming from his brother? If it was true, it was surely a sad thing that theyâ€™d be fighting. Siblings shouldnâ€™t fight they should-<br/><br/>Her train of thought crashed messily, careening over a cliff in some far corner of her mind as she saw the attack coming. Sheâ€™d gotten far enough out of the way to avoid any damage but the sight was still terrifying and she felt her breath catch in her throat.<br/><br/>Such force.<br/><br/>Sheâ€™d walked a few times into wars, had aided allies with battles, but it felt like it had happened so long ago now and such a display of strength was frightening.<br/><br/>She took a few more steps back and away, firm in her resolve to do as heâ€™d said and stand back, stay out of it allâ€¦ For now at least.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shouldâ€™ve drawn my axe earlier though</span>she thought, scolding herself for dropping her guard. She should know better! Always expect the unexpected.<br/><br/>When Codam matched with an attack of his own she had to force herself to breath again. She hadnâ€™t seen the elements used in such a way in, well, quite a long time seeing as how she could hardly remember ever seeing such a thing. And even then sheâ€™d never seen it with such force and strange beauty.<br/><br/>Hoping she was far enough out of the way she crouched defensively behind a rock just a bit taller than her and peeked around the corner, book in her shaking hands. If ever there was a time she should record something, now was it!<br/><br/>With a little effort she fumbled it open to a clear page and produced her quill from one of the invisible pockets in her oversized sweater.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">In all my travels</span>she recorded<span style="font-weight: bold">I do not believe I have ever seen anything as beautiful or as terrifying as a Seraphimâ€¦ Iâ€™m hoping not to meet any godsâ€¦<span style="text-decoration: underline"> ever.</span><br/></span>