Aneira struggled fruitlessly in the invisible grip that held her in the air like a doll as she was set back down on the roof. She glared holes in the boy, her fear over-powered by the anger coursing through her. "Do that again and I'll freeze your hands to your face!" She hissed out before her brain could tell her to shut up. A surprised yelp then escaped her when he pushed her down. She heard a bullet hit somewhere nearby and she sat up slowly, eyes wide. She soon regained her senses and continued glaring up at the Heretic, arms crossed tightly over her chest with her brows furrowed.