Her fire was fighting the frost coming from the wolf, she was beginning to feel the strain on her body. She needed Al, needed him to figure out what to do. Why wouldn't Ryan move, she couldn't take down this beast alone. For a moment her fire grew weaker, but she forced it to heat up again.<br/>"Ryan, move your fucking ass right now, call Alistair or I swear to God I will set your new mustache on fire." She gathered the last of her strengh, moving towards the wolf. This time she didn't threw a ball, instead she grabbed the wolf around the neck, closed her eyes an started intensifying her fire. The orange flames started turning blue, she hoped the wolf would eather change or disappear before her strengh ran out.