Anzu landed about fifty feet, from the spot, Izzy stood on. She stared at her coldly, threw her headband, which she still kept wrapped around her eyes. She glanced quickly at Asoka, the ice user, who'd caused so much damage. She was sitting motionless on her knees, her eyes wide, and filled with horror beyond this world. If it wasn't from the steady stream of chakra, Anzu could have easily thought, Asoka to be dead. "Your out numbered!" She said, to Izzy. "Surrender now, or we'll be forced to violence."