"Why don't you just go crying back to your mother!" Dryn made a horizontal slice in the air with her hand to cast Haste on herself, then ran after the girl.
"If I can get in range," She thought, "I should be able to Immobilize her."
She cursed to herself. If only she had brought her gun. Normally, she wouldn't shoot anyone, but calling her a "halfling"... Dryn pulled out a wrench from her strap pocket and hurled it at the girl in frustration.