She was strong of mind, trained to think more quickly, to restrict attempts to cloud her judgement. And she was strong willed, not easily swayed from her course, even by her own desires. As such she stuck to her decision to strike at her enemy, despite the spirits of air stepping in to intervene.<br/><br/>However, this spell was not affecting her mind or her wiil. It was not directed at her at all. It was just around him. The more persistent she pressed toward her quarry the more fervered the air became to distract her. Drifting through every crease of her garments, cooler winds joining the exploration, snaking over every inch of her flesh.