Ashelia gave a strangled squeal when the first zadom fell square on top of her head. She brushed it off, and the next, and the next and...then she was up to her knees in the things.

"Ugh!" She stumbles backwards, the zadom Dylas sent her way hitting her square in the chest. She flexes her hands, flames already dancing on her palms before she sends them outwards in a Dual Brasier. The lizards cry out as they burn, but Ashelia shows no remorse, keeping her hands outstretched as she makes for the door.