Misty narrowed her eyes at the young woman and straightened up to her full height."Hay miss," Indigo stood in front of her senior by about ten years, and faced her. "We all hate Wolfram, but attacking him is against the house rules."
She then grabbed Indigos wrist and began to slowly bend it backward, hoping to cleanly snap it.
"You of all people should know better than to stand up to your more powerful elders young lady." she hissed without a hint of remorse