Amazing.  The man had actually called her amazing?  Her gratitude to being invisible knew no bound at that moment with her face turning red as it were.  Nobody had actually used something like that to describe her spell like that.  Acceptable yes, adequate, but never amazing.  She barely even got his little memo about needing to keep his hands free at that point as she withdrew her own to twiddle her thumbs at the compliment.  Not that others could see her do such a thing.<br/><br/>That's when he began creating such a cold aura across his form.  An evoker of ice?  She figured it to be the case but wouldn't worry of the matter now.  Instead her focus was on the situation at hand, her mind snapping back to reality as the smell of the burnt corpses beyond the door hit her senses like a brick wall.  Focused she'd be back on the task of survival and remember that of all things she was still within a burning building.  But why didn't it feel that way?  The answer being simply the cold air changing it so.  Being so short the rising heat was something to quickly miss her form physically.<br/><br/>"It's...In the well so we do have to jump in..."<br/><br/>Her voice once more returned to it's weak little whisper before she followed behind him.  Each of her steps could never be found at that moment, silent again as a ghost of the past to loom over one's shoulder her breaths alone could hope to give her away.  She couldn't help but pay attention off and on to the destruction just within reach of her fingers as they moved onward still to the marketplace.<br/><br/>The crumbling buildings having their wooden supports burned away, the screaming and cries of children hidden and buried alive in numerous basements under their quickly reduced homes.  The many guards one recruited by the nobles to protect the land laying dead on the grounds, some luckily killed by falling debris and others when their armors were melted directly in their flesh and cooking them alive.  It was a sickening sight for her and sickening the sound beyond that, the tallest of buildings, a tower of the make at four stories breaking down of the distance at that given second.<br/><br/>One could easily hear how many people thought the tower safe for protection as their cries sounded with the ceilings coming down on them.  Her stomach twisted in knots but she had to press onward only to slow slightly at the corner.  Another familiar face but only for a brief moment.  A flash at best by the corner of her eye not long ago.  She questioned how they had come to die and raised her gaze to look.<br/><br/>It was a single soldier with his back turned to her and Meren.  How he had found his way so deep into the city already was by no chance a miracle.  What few guards survived likely already laid down their arms in an attempt to receive mercy.  After all.  What loyalty can be bought in the end?<br/><br/>Not recognizing the enemy soldier's armor her head quickly kicked into overdrive to calculate the situation through some logic.  The enemy was attacking her old home but they wouldn't without reason or knowledge.  Most that lived in the town held their own magic and so they'd have to prepare for measures to counter magic.  The most common being magic absorbing armor.<br/><br/>Sadly her spell was just for that.  Destruction of inorganic objects and where it may absorb magic, it wouldn't absorb the spell prior to it doing some damage.  The soldier's outfit likely was mass produced which also meant leather latches and straps underneath.  It was all she needed as her cloak faded and her hand was raised.<br/><br/>"Die."<br/><br/>At that given moment half a dozen of the bolts from before would show, each shooting off towards the soldier.  The first two struck at the shoulders doing no damage to the man but decimating the straps holding the armor together from the top.  The second two aimed for between the pauldrons and the breastplate to snap the straps that would be holding the gardbrace, couter, and vambraces in places.The final pair aimed for between the breast plate and the fauld to snap the leathers at that point as well, showing how easily the bolts could aim at the multiple targets.<br/><br/>At that moment his armor would slip.  The arms would drop by two inches locking his arms at his side, the breastplate falling partially off and revealing his back  but getting stuck between the locked gardbraces and arming points, and the fauld would slip, trapping his legs by becomiong stuck just above the poleyne of his armor, or better known as the knees.<br/><br/>Hymn would be fully visible and showing some heavy fatigue at that moment but slowly disappear again, not wanting to be seen at the moment.  Whether or not Meren killed the guard was up to him.  The man was disabled and vulnerable for the most part.