That little brat is DEAD.

Adelina scoffed as she looked around. Tsim was going to be dead, that was for sure. The fresh wounds she had received were still bleeding, and she looked around, getting tired of this. That kid was going insane or something, that was for sure. The seventeen year old could only hope that October wouldn't get hurt beyond belief by this... though it was doubtful that she would be peachy and happy.

"TSIM!!" she shouted at the top of her voice, needing the find that boy and beat some sense into him. She wouldn't regret doing it, either.

Adelina stepped out of the way, glaring in the direction the sword at come. Another fight? Fine, she was ready for that. She wasn't going to mess around, either. If she had to make a snow storm and freeze the kid, she would. And, in a way, she kind of wanted to. She hadn't been this violent in a while and she was over due.

"Fine, Tsim. Have it your way. You want a fight, you'll get a fight," she said.

Adelina sighed when she saw all the swords coming at her, and rose a wall of ice around herself to keep them from getting to her. However, two of the weapons managed to get at her before she had done so, which only caused her fury to increase.

She looked up. Worse had come to worse, and she was sick of it. She concentrated, and clouds started to slowly, very slowly, form. After seeing that that was working, the ice wall shot away in spikes in all directions, leaving nothing left to protect her.

No attack? That was strange, and completely unexpected. "Tsim....." she growled under her breath, and started running through the forest again. She would find him; no matter what, she would find him. After what he had done before, Adelina refused to let him just get away.

The mother cursed under her breath. Well, at least he was still there and she hadn't lost him yet. It would have been nice to solve this less violently, but, well, if he wanted to come close to the point of death, she wouldn't mind doing it.

Adelina dodged as many of the swords as she could, although it was hard to dodge every last one of them. Spikes of ice came out of her sword once again, going out in all directions.