“[color=lightblue]Yes, Lorenzo stay back.[/color] [color=395ABD]Let the adults talk,[/color]” Savayna quipped to Lorenzo before turning her full attention towards  Grant and Nadeline. 

An impressive display of magick would showcase from both of them as orbs of holy and a wave of  Arcana combined into a mix of purple and white, destined to collide with Savayna. She knew the intent was to clash with her, aimed to harm. But in that attack that homed towards her, she knew it lacked the will to kill. She knew, despite it being enough to do her away, it was nothing but an elaborate attempt of simply holding her at bay. The Mist spoke to her. It crackled under itself, telling her exactly what it was created to do. These magicks were not meant to end her life.

That would be their first mistake.

Savayna walked forward as she made no attempt to block. The wave of Holy and Arcana made contact with her. For a moment, she stopped. It appeared to have made a direct impact.

“[color=50c878]Should we do something?[/color]” Shinto asked Shion. He had a thought that if this was left to be continued, it would not end well for anyone.

And as Shinto looked on, he saw something. Savayna was unharmed. She was walking forward, the joint efforts of the Roselias seeming to be reduced to particles of white and dark magicks.  And as the particles remained in the air, Savayna raised her free hand and those particles shifted colors. The shades of purple and gold and white changed to various hues of blue and grey. When her arm came down, a spiralling tornado of ice magicks surrounding the two. As it would, brisk winds would pick up and the tornado would close in on them.