[b]The dock lights can barely illuminate the large cargo ship ported at Caldeum in the darkness of the night, carrying around 50 large containers filled with unknown contents. A small child runs across a row of containers, and is quickly followed by three men wearing full mat black armour. The men shoot bright beams of concentrated light at the boy, two of which miss and the other goes straight through the child's kneecap. [/b] [b]The child falls over and onto a brown container, grazing his left arm as he hits the metal surface. The three men approach the boy and stand over him in a dominant position.[/b] [i]"Looks like we've got another one to bring in."[/i] [b]A female voice speaks from behind them, startling all the men and the child.[/b] "But he's not even over the age of ten. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" [b]The three men turn around and look at the woman wearing a pure white coat, with fur around her neck and a white cape blowing in the wind behind her[/b] [i]"Shit..."[/i] [b]The woman raises her hand and forms a small shard of ice. The light from the creation illuminates the containers around her and is doing a better job than the dock lights. The icicle is sharp enough to cut through flesh, and possibly even bone. She giggles and flicks her hand forward, which sends the icicle hurtling forward towards one of the men's brain. [/b] [b]The soldier's head explodes in a gorey mess, sending eyeballs, teeth and parts of brain tissue towards his companions. Where the man's head should be is a small bloodied icicle, now pointing to the other soldiers' heads. [/b] [b]She flicks her hands again, and the icicle hurtles forward and pierces the middle soldier's eye. The icicle then emerges out of the back of his head and drives itself towards the final soldier's chest. It stops right as it pierces the flesh protecting his heart, drawing out a small bead of blood which falls onto the container.[/b] "I don't know who he is, or what he wants. But tell your boss that hunting children is just disgusting. You will have two days for him to contact me, or I will kill another one of his men." [b]The icicle moves away from his heart and to the skin over his shoulder blades. It plunges itself through the skin and lodges itself under his arm joint.[/b] [b]Cyra turns her voice to a whisper[/b] "Psst. The soldier that will die will be you." [b]With that, she extends her arm and pushes him into the freezing cold water with just the thought of it. She turns to the small child and extends a gloved hand.[/b] "Come with me. I know a place where you'll be safe." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]