Grant looked up, spotting the magic as they would fall. Letting out a sigh, he raised his gun, Arcane magicks gathering. He shot once, though the bullet would then split into several as each one would match every one of Savayna's daggers, dissolving them into harmless snow. As the snow fluttered around them, Grant turned to Savayna, letting out a sigh. "[color=darkorchid]Whatever it is that you're trying to do...I've had enough of it,[/color]" He told her, shaking his head. "[color=darkorchid]But who cares, right? If it has nothing to do with Jaakuna, it doesn't matter to you, does it? Forget Wesley, forget Nadeline, forget Emiri--none of us matter to you, do we?![/color]" He asked, his own Mist gathering around him.

"[color=coral]Grant, that's enough![/color]" Nadeline protested. "[color=coral]None of that is true![/color]"