Anna’s supernatural senses were still barely enough to warn her of the incoming projectile, and she might very well have been struck then and there had it not been for the simple fact that she wasn’t the target. Flying straight past her a spear of energy hurtled towards Tordor, who would have to act quickly if he wanted to survive the strike.

For her own part, Anna looked around at Bita furiously, how dare she start attacking people for no good reason. The inherent hypocrisy in such thoughts lost on the Irish Wraith, Anna waltzed over to Bita to give her a piece of her mind, water dripping from her soaked clothes and leaving wet footprints on the ground as she went, she was neither running nor walking exactly, but rather fast-walking over to the angry little woman. As she passed she waved her hand, sending a splashing wave of water over at the young girl called Shining Blaze. It was only designed to sweep her off her feet and push her away from the fight so she wouldn’t get hurt, as Anna raised her same hand in a pointing finger.

[color=7ea7d8]“What do you think you’re doing?”[/color] Anna asked Bita angrily, her brow furrowed as her mouth stuck in a disapproving frown. It hadn’t dawned on the Wraith that she might be waltzing into the middle of what could be a deadly response from Tordor. However the line of sight was still open for him to engage Bita directly so he had no reason to strike Anna from behind unless he wanted to.