Akzariel snorted. He currently had his sister in a headlock, preventing her from flying away.<br/>"Forget the teachers. We're not moving until we've sorted this out."<br/><br/>"We can sort this out after class." Niariel's voice didn't sound too convincing or enthusiastic, even to herself.<br/><br/>"No, we're staying right here!"<br/><br/>The air where in the air now, rolling over and grabbing each other in a truly bizarre display. Both were shrieking and shouting. Niariel was freezing the air and throwing the ice and snow at her brother while Akzariel was continually shifting his grip to avoid them.