[i]How dared he.[/i]

If only Joel had been capable of human speech, he could have begged off the inevitable combat at hand. His silent advance was to Anna’s eyes unacceptable, a clear sign of the creature challenging her authority. With her power, she refused to stand for it, especially there in her natural element. No dumb monster would oust her. Not while she still drew breath, metaphorically speaking.

The Wraith had not delved underwater of a whim, nor because she was particularly shy. Her presence there had been to further the spread of the spiritual energy contained within her form into the water around her. Like oil spilling into the Ocean, her invisible presence leaked out into the surrounding sea and grasped it tight, establishing her dominion over her natural element. As a Water Wraith Anna was gifted with an affinity for the basic element, and with time and effort she could bend it to her will. 

However, Anna was not what one would consider a fighter. She did not think particularly pragmatically about situations, certainly not tactically. Her violence was in most respects born from petulance and emotional anguish, and her response tended to be reflective of such.

Revealing her power in a woefully ineffective fashion she hoped would see off the Golem, a great tendril of water burst from before her in the likeness of a riot hose to splash upon the Golem’s rocky form. If an ordinary human had been hit, they would likely have been knocked off their feet.