Wyn's not much of a threat, unless the kid in front of her decides to break out the combat sorcery-- which she doubts he will, given the paintball gun. He's bigger than Wyn expected, too, both in height and in muscle mass.

"Walking. Getting killed by shrapnel in a paint war, apparently." she says with a shrug. She's not bothered by the paintball gun being pointed at her, although she might have to do something drastic if her shirt gets any more paint on it.