Recoiling back in shock from the spell -- she whips around to face the threat -- the tug at her weapon that makes her realize it's stuck makes her feel at once vulnerable and furious.

Twirling, she slams the palm of one hand into the body of her lance, following up with a kick as close to the ice prison as possible at hilt of her beloved weapon. It breaks free as shards spew every which way.

Walking forwards, arm held out to the side with the weapon pointed out as though it were an extension of herself. Crimson eyes narrowed. Funny, normally she was the rude one. She does not bother offering up a reply since in her eyes Terra attacked first. A challenge.

The newly fledged Dragoon takes to the air, slicing down with her lance at the green haired girl with Jump.