Rain was tapping lightly on the tree branches above Paul.  He watched a scene unfolding about 20 feet ahead of him, using brush to cover himself from being spotted.<br/><br/>"Please don't hurt my mommy!," a small child screamed at a male faerie dressed in a red and black uniform.  "She didn't bother Sasha.  She doesn't deserve this!"<br/><br/>"Quiet honey," a middle aged woman uttered.  Then softer and gentler, "Please.  Everything will be fine, just go to daddy's shop in town and stay there.  Mommy will be O.K."<br/><br/>"Silence, wench!"  The faerie soldier struck the mother, sending her to the ground.  At this sight, the little girl began to scream.  "I'll have her life just as quickly as I'll have yours!"  He raised his hand, and a fireball began to spout out of it.  As he began to take aim at the figure sprawled on the wet grass, a ball of water hit him in the armor covering his back.  It was enough to throw off his center of gravity and disrupt the ball of flame.  "WHO HIT ME?!" the soldier yelled to seemingly no one.<br/><br/>Before he could turn around and recover his stance, Paul had enough time to get in close range.  Quickly, the young water faerie pulled rain right from the air, gathering it into a small torrent and swinging it as if it were a kite on a string.  In a large striking motion, Paul brought the gush of water down on the soldier at about a 60 degree angle to the ground.  Immediately after it made contact, it froze into a large chunk of ice fully encasing Sasha's lapdog.