Sitting there she thought that Meren was soon to reply but what came was nothing more then a shock.  The loud burst of energy caused her both physical and spiritual form to shudder, her body reacted by ducking under the table with thoughts that someone was trying to kill her in that very instant.  Indeed such a thing being what came to save her life.  The wild flame that surrounded was pushed off by the table surface and the debri practically danced along the floors as the largest chunk crushed the group.  Peering out fairly unscathed by her skiddish nature she'd take notice of the man standing there with slight damage of his form.<br/><br/>"Wh..."<br/><br/>She wanted to ask as well but he beat her to the punch.  Looking around she saw the list to be made of the dead surrounding them, many impaled on wood and others still screaming under the debri as they were burned alive.  Raising a hand she'd cover her mouth, beginning to get develop slight tears of her eyes only to feel a sudden cold draft in the intense heats.  Turning her eyes she would see Meren already extinguishing flames.  Shaken to say the least she'd rise to her feet and approach him to make way near the door and raised a slight hand to the debri.<br/><br/>"...die..."<br/><br/>It was a simple word.  A word basic and pure on all manner of intent.  Die.  Intent to kill and yet it was not to kill Meren.  Upon the whisper a single small bolt of power hit the debri blocking the door and chipped a little mark into the wood.  Then came a bit more dedication to the slow word.<br/><br/>"Die..."<br/><br/>Once more the spell came to be as several bolts formed, each ripping through the wood like drill bits to  for the door.  Her eyes were slowly growing fierce at the act so basic as she kept her hand raised for the door.  One more time she spoke the word, a growl like tone to rip from her delicate voice as she did so, her fingers tensing at the act.<br/><br/>"Die!"<br/><br/>It was there several dozen of the bolts formed, hovering for a short moment as this spell seemed to build up it's effect on each cast.  Some of the bolts would cling to her wrist and others would simply hover in the air around her before they all let loose on the door and debri blocking it.  Spiraling, Waving, Shaking, every bolt ripped through the wood as butter and easily one could think it was a powerful offensive spell.  In truth it was a spell that was useless on people in comparison to non living things.  It worked wonders on the undead just as well.<br/><br/>Letting her hand shake she'd drop it, the fierce gaze becoming almost sad as her other hand held to her wrist.  Even such a minor display was enough to tire her out but right now she was realizing it.  Looking out of the newly opened door she would see the body lined streets and destruction.  From her angle she'd only see one or two signs of the continued attack.  The raining flames from the skies above and the continued masses falling from the assault.<br/><br/>She felt almost ill at the sight but equally she realized something new.  When she was kicked from the Volluterum she felt death was to come.   As she saw the dead body of the alley she resigned to her fate to come.  But now faced with the corpses with the word dead ringing in her mind she knew one thing.   She wanted to live.<br/><br/>Looking up to Meren she would raise her hands to them, her nimble fingers reaching for one of his hands as she again whispered something.  Truthfully she was scared and with the situation it was about the right time to be scared.  She was wondering why there was such an attack on the city but she'd not step outside to see the sky themselves lit to flame by the signalling flames of their ends without someone near her...<br/><br/>"Please..."<br/><br/>She wanted to take his hand as she began to fade.  Her image disappearing as she desperately tried to cling to his hand.  The question simply being.  Would he allow it?<br/><br/>((NOTE: Depending on if her hand is accepted or not What She'll Do Depends On That Much.  Either way she wants to survive and go to the same place.))<br/>______________________<br/>If he did his vision would begin to change.  Things would start to develop a strange shade of blue and despite Hymn thinking to become invisible she would appear just as she would before.  This being the effects of hiding in her invisibility.  Equally, if he did let her touch him and thus hide him she would whisper.<br/><br/>"No...No aggressive movement...Or else I can't....Hold it...The spell I mean...There's...A passage out...In the marketplace well...Precisely calculated...It's twenty eight feet down, nine feet deep water beyond that with a passage just above the surface..."<br/><br/>The Volluterum had been one of the nobles to help build up the town in the beginning.  Obviously having their secrets in their age.<br/><br/>______________________<br/>If He Did Not on the other hand she'd simply retract her hand and drop her gaze.  Taking up a solemn tone of her appearance she'd simply whisper with a voice seeming only weaker and showing her fatigue, her body fading bit by bit until fully invisible.<br/><br/>"To the well...The marketplace well....You...We might be able to survive..."