Isana jerked in surprise but recovered quickly. "Because that girl does not want to have a reason to study?" When the element of shock had been negated, she wondered briefly,<span style="font-style: italic">is he stalking me?</span>"Aren't you supposed to be at lunch or something? That's an nice bracelet by the way." She pointed at the thin band of metal around Chase's wrist. His smile was creeping her out slightly,<span style="font-style: italic">relax, relax. He is not a level five nor is he any real threat to me.</span>"You know... smiling does not suit you. Just saying, alright?"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Seventh Mist area<br/>16 47<br/><br/>The masked girl grappled with the lady at the edge of the building, wrestling her and tightening her chokehold. The lady twitched one last time before becoming still when she became aware that there were more guards approaching her. Solid spear of frozen nitrogen formed behind her and missed by less than an inch, impaling one of the men in the abdomen.<span style="font-style: italic">Looks like friendly fire is on...</span>Her boots slapped against the pavement as she prepared for the drop ahead.Â<br/><br/>The masked girl's heart skipped a beat as she vaulted over the railing and dropped several stories, her hands flailing until a sheet of ice broke her fall into a slide. As she neared the edge of the next drop, a solid wall of nitrogen formed up, forcing her breath out of her lungs. Ice wrapped around her forearm as she smashed through the wall and silenced firearms spat bullets at her.Â