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Odette spent the entirety of the conversation with Specter teasing him with silly questions. Amusing herself with his unease. The clatter of noise made the armed men quick to raise their weapons fully alert, when the sounds of movement continued in their direction an artificial wind ruffled Odette’s hair. Specter shared a look with the fairy mistress.

The whistle against the metal raised the hair on Odette’s nape. Her eyes tracked up watching the metal of the uncomfortably hot area cool quickly, the condensation collecting into frost. The noise increased with the strength of the wind and their surroundings dropped in temperature, their breaths puffing out in little clouds.

“[color=thistle][I]Witches.[/i] I cannot stand them.[/color]” Odette snarled the wind whipping her hair and clothing about threatening to knock anyone off their balance. Bach held on tightly to the material of her jacket. “[color=thistle]Specter, our intruders have returned. I will focus on the witch and counter the magic.[/color]”

Marching up to the doors The Cowl had stepped through throwing them open her eyes looking for the shadowy familiar that accosted the Archon. “[color=thistle]I am not so easily tested by a shift in the weather![/color]”

Pulling out her grimoire remembering a particularly strong counter-curse to magical weather systems. Meant originally for Air sprites to manipulate clouds, however Odette had modified it to calm storms. Her fingers skipped through elemental chapters the wind whipping at the pages angrily. Finding the spell she began reading aloud the spell in Common Fey. Words of Power rolled in synonymous tones.

The power from the familiar was pushing heavily against her own while she roared the words of the spell repeatedly over the howl of the wind. Clutching her grimoire with her feet planted to the ground not backing down. Misty blue light lifting from the skin of her hands as the spell continued without pause. Her spell came in the form of blue mist roiling at her feet and around her body. For several minutes they battled wills of power. The vortex carried on while her person was unaffected by the wind. There were few moments while her attention was threatened by flying debris and items. Ducking and hopping on the spot to avoid being hit.

Her eyes searched the ceiling for the familiar while her mouth and voice continued. When she spotted the physical form of a shadowy crow flying amongst the steel beams conjuring the wind. Focusing her spell toward the crow meaning to cut off the source of the wind. The mist of her spell redirected toward Holt climbing the walls heading straight for him.