“[color=lightblue]If you don’t let me go right now, there will be a [i]lot[/i] wrong, but not with me,[/color]” Savayna practically threatened Grant. She returned the glaring look he gave her back in full to him. 

All the while, she flailed and flailed, clawing at her soon-to-be husband and Lorenzo almost to the point where she found an opening. One moment of letting their guard down and Savayna had herself free of their clutches. In that one moment, Savayna would not waste anymore time. Her mist activated, responding to her desires. Sheer cold winds formed from her emotions, colored with a faint pink, swirling around her as if like a cloth. It whispered and if Grant and Lorenzo were still close to her, they would get the smallest feeling of frostbite, doubtless forcing them back.

Savayna’s eyes were less blue and more pure white. In whatever was possessing her or what had gotten into her, but one thing was certain: she was aiming everything she could muster up at Nadeline as she charged and aimed her apparent “friend”, intent on finishing what she had started before Grant and Lorenzo interfered.