With nobody attacking her, despite being smack in the middle of the room, Felicity stalked back to the counter. She caught a plum flying midair, scowling as she ate that and the food set out for her. Grumpy, she devoured her snackages with wrath. Her food was her opponent now. She caught another flying fruit, an apricot this time, and took a bite as she pushed her empty plate back. She made swift, aggressive work of the fruit as she stalked towards the center of the room again, Let’s try this again, shall we? Maybe I should stand on a table this ti-

*WHAM!*

Felicity was barreled over. All her senses, including her magic sense, absolutely creamed.

Dazed, she looked up from the floor. She saw where the sense of explosive, tremendous magical power came from… he was a man, crying about a lyre or something, completely demolishing a group of dwarves.

Nope. She was not going to mess with him.

Then – Ice! The floor was ice! Not lava! Ice!

Her mind was spinning, her magic sense still tingling.

She held her head as chaos swarmed around her. Making it on her feet, she – hey – that lady looked familiar!

“HEY, YVONNE! IS THAT-“

She slipped on the icy floor. “Oof!”