She hesitates at his call, and takes another swipe... which, again, misses, before jumping back, sword in a ready position. As the ground turns to more water than anything, the mage leaps, comes down on top of another section of the pool... standing on it on one foot, on his toes, a wicked grin spreading across his face.<br/><br/>"Wind construct," Frost says, with a snarl. "But I can deal with that." Her blade glows a brilliant blue, and she charges forward again, taking another swing, again, narrowly dodged. But, this time, the energy cascades off the blade, slamming into the creature, bisecting it. the legs fall to the ground, and wither away into nothing in moments, but the top half sails back a few feet, and begins leaping away, using its arms to propel it. "Hahaha, can't catch meeee!"