With the same smirk as before, the icy princess simply turns to the side, the spear soaring alongside her body before she grabs it by the shaft. Keeping her eyes on Zero, she silently turns the spear back to face the man, the sand still fused to the ice, creating a jagged edge with many tiny barbs. The wind begins to pick up even more, now blowing at a good fifty mph, plenty fast enough for the sand to create paper-cuts in Zero's skin. Howling loudly, the princess simply continues to smirk, even as the sand slowly chips away at her own skin. For the second time, she throws the frozen, sand-tipped spear.