"Like....frisbees?" Arden, who was clearly not a Lunar Soldier fan, asked dubiously. "Or, like...rocks? Rocks that can't miss?"

Concentrating made the ozone scent stronger as she focused on trying to make something like rocks. She pulled on a chord of magic, listening to how it reverberated in her head. If she pulled on this one to make a brick, perhaps pulling on that one would give her another shape? She sat down cross-legged on her floating platform, frowning as she slowly fumbled her way towards solidifying fist-sized chunks of air and then frowning further as she tried to whip them at the zombies at speeds faster than she could simply throw.

"This is really hard!" she called to him. "I swear I'm trying to be as fast as I can!"