"No shit Sherlock!" She replied, still glaring at him. "Since you're the one that did this, you ought to know!" Was it her imagination or was it getting colder in here? She frowned and looked around. Yes, the air was starting to get colder and the walls shimmered where the light from her flame was hitting them.<br/><br/>There was movement and her focus returned to the man in front of her. He was shaping his frozen blood into some sort of weapon it looked like. Wait... frozen blood? What the hell? The room was colder than ever and she shivered. The flame between her fingers was growing smaller and sputtering. Soon it would go out. She frowned. Only one thing had any control over her fire ability and that was ice and snow.<br/><br/>Her gaze settled once more on the man. "You're an Ice Mage aren't you? Well I guess that explains why you conked me on the head but it still doesn't explain what I'm doing here." Her anger flared up again bringing the flame back from weak sputtering life to a more brilliant light. She decided that if he tried to attack her again, she'd go for the ice thing--it looked like a bloody dagger--and melt it.