Whoever, whatever the being that lies in watch above her...

It wasn't expecting that.

There's a dull thump and paff! of snow spray a few feet away. Through the blizzard Dia will see a dark shape scrabble and roll to its feet. That's definitely a flattened helm, a blue cloak, but the outline's odd, limbs gangly- no, misshapen- no- and then it flickers, disappears from view.