*Alger laughs and ducks underwater, his eyes flash, and the entire pool turns icy.  If she wanted to fry him, she was going to have to boil the entire pool first.  Alger thrusts his forearm forwards, and a jet of icy water flies at her full-force.  Alger had grown up being attacked.  His very existence had often depended on him being strong enough to take out anyone.  To him this was a fun game, like sparring.  His head pops up out of the water, grinning.*<br/><br/>You misssssed, rude missss naga.<br/><br/>*his still slightly-bulging belly is now seeable from her vantage point*