Asariel had been close to the meeting place where she and her four other siblings where to meet after these long three years, when she heard the fighting start she had stopped and listened a tad before entering the scene. Apparently the other four had gotten there first, and the guards were...most certainly losing the battle.<br/><br/>Freezing the area behind her brother Heirik, she took a moment and observed what had already happened. Fire was present, and it was blocking the path of several guards. Many various types of highly carnivorous and overall colossal-sized plants were noisily eating guards that dared stray close. Though perhaps most interesting, was that...more than just a few, undead people were moving towards a group of guards, each of them holding a weapon in their slightly rotten hands.<span style="color: #0000FF">"Aww...you started the party without me."</span>She whispered with a rather happy grin, none of the guards would make it out alive...<br/><br/>Taking off her other glove, and stowing it inside a trouser pocket...she was careful not to freeze the clothing that badly. Holding her hands up, she froze water particles, and made an icy spear that around five foot in length. Drawing back her arm, she launched the spear at a group of huddled together guards, the spear impaled three of them and made the fourth rather panicky. The man's misery almost drew a smile from the girl, but instead all she did was throw her arm upwards, and impaled the survivor upon a spike of fresh ice. Needless to say, it was rather bloody.<span style="color: #0000FF">"That's four..."</span>She whispered again, the smile on her face still present, perhaps showing just how sadistic the girl could be.<br/><br/>Spotting another group of around ten guards, she let out something thing that sounded like a harsh laugh. The sound drew the attention of one of the men, who in turn, alerted the rest of his little group. One of them even had a firearm! Though, such mundane weapons were not that much of a threat in a space like this. Conjuring forth two more icy spikes of well...ice, she launched them at the firearm-wielder and a random guard. Both hit, both killed. The remaining eight has since tried to move towards her, rage clear on their faces at the loss of their comrades. Asariel didn't care, instead she raised spikes from under them, impaling eight of them, and leaving two...who were soon dispatched when the water in their bodies was frozen by a passively raised hand.<span style="color: #0000FF">"Fourteen..." </span>She added, flicking a strand of snowy hair from her face.<br/><br/>She was growing rather concerned with the growing undead horde, she hoped that her brother could control them...if not, then the others were likely going to be in for a slightly stranger fight than normal.