"You're not no one, you're an edgy bitch acting like an egocentric thirteen year old, or have been watching too much Game of Thrones recently," She would respond after whispering another prayer. This prayer would surround her left hand in pitch black flames with white edges, dark smoke rising off her arm. Her ignited hand struck the ground, a massive inferno melting the ice before it could reach her. She twirled, ribbons of flame following her hand as she did so. She didn't know what this man could do, and that was a bad thing–and as such, she was not being too offensive.