<em>The displaced air from the frenzied movements stirred up little whorls of ash, like dozens of short lived ghost being born only to quickly fade back into the void. She watched, arms crossed over her chest, at the exchange, until the big lummox addressed her in entirely the wrong way. Her temper flared, though she fought to reign it in, side stepping the male-turned-projectile with a fluidness that had not previously shown in her movements. </em><br/><br/>You should chose your words more carefully, male.<br/><br/><em>Her voice was curt, displeasure clearly showing through. </em>