"Right, something that won't shatter."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Something that won't shatter, something that won't shatter... Ah!</span><br/>Rylie smiled slightly as a frigid mist surrounded her hands, "You can't shatter frost," she reasoned.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Now, how do I make this a weapon? Hrmm... Oh, I know!</span><br/><br/>She pushed her hands forward, loosing more energy and creating twin arcs of icy wind at Kratos.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I don't suppose you want to explain those red cheeks of yours?</span><br/><br/>Rylie startled, "What? Um, no, no... Not really. I'm good. One thing at a time and all that."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He wasn't bluffing though, when he said that earlier. That's encouraging, at least.</span><br/>At her own thoughts, her cheeks reddened further.