Emma's brow twitched again when Syrisa said it was time to go. But, as she tried to get up, she felt the stingy cold and shot out of the couch, hands rubbing her freezing backside. She glared over at the mage and sneered.<br/><br/>"Alright, alright...You crazy, icy harpy! Don't get your panties in a bunch."<br/><br/>She shook her head and started the process of putting on her armor. Though, to get back at the mage, she did painfully slow as she tied and clamped what needed to be along the way. Payback usually did manage to find its way around when given the chance.<br/><br/><i>Get ready for anything...The second she tries something...I'm going to pounce on her.</i><br/><br/>She waited until the mage did something. And when it happened, she used it to her advantage to tackle the mage into the seat. She narrowed her eyes down at the mage as she used her limps to prop herself above the surprised Syrisa. She grinned wickedly.<br/><br/>"Let's see you try anything..."<br/><br/>A hand then came up and planted the palm on her forehead. The thumb and a finger stretched up and the points of those fingers pressed against the lithe woman's temples...causing a slight pain into Syrisa's head that would prevent her from concentrating on casting spells. A neat little trick she had learned some time ago. She was curious as to see how she would get out of this without using any magic.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>