"Classical, new age, rock, pop etcetera and so-forth." Akzariel called out as he blasted Katsumi's hiding place away with lightning. "So. You going to tell me what happened between you, Kouta and our delightful headmistress? Or am I going to have to keep harassing you until you spill the beans?"<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Niariel hesitated before picking up the weight. She barely lifted it before the entire thing froze and slipped from her hand. She panicked and shouted.<br/>"Hotter!"<br/><br/>A torrent of steam engulfed the area she was standing in and she panicked again.<br/>"Colder!"<br/><br/>The steam almost immediately solidified into snow and landed on her. To the tiny fairy, it was like someone dumped a truck full of icy slush on her. Pulling herself free, she glared at the weights before grabbing them again. This time, she managed to raise them to her shoulder height before the same thing happened.<br/><br/>After she had pulled herself from a pile of snow for a second time, she kicked the metal weights hard enough to send them rolling across the room and didn't show any hint of pain. The third time she tried, she managed to burn her hand, leaving a big red mark on her palm which started to blister after only a few seconds.<br/>"I told you this was a bad idea Kouta Sir!" She shouted, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she chilled the air around her burnt hand.