Dei'Mia slid to a stop as she watched the flames engulf the escape route she had planned on using to get out safely.<span style="color: Sienna">“No...”</span>she said with despair seeing the flames, and feeling the heat radiating from the inferno that used to be the break in the wall.  Her only way of escaping this horror.  But the fireball that caused the flames made her look back to see the dragon looking at her little group.  Fear shot through her entire body at the sight of the beast and what he had done.  It wasn't letting them escape.<br/><br/>They had to find a way out of the town.  She noticed that someone was waving at them from an entrance to the keep, and all she could think of was that going in there with a dragon on the rampage was suicide.  It would bring the whole thing down on them.  No way.  Dei'Mia reached inside herself to focus on her race's natural ability for magic, she needed more Magicka.  After a moment, Deimia started to glow slightly as her magicka began regenerating much master than it normally would.  She pushed her way to the front of the group of survivors white ice magic glowing in her hands keep moving,<span style="color: Sienna">“we couldn't escape if we headed to the keep, the dragon would get to us before we reach it.”</span><br/><br/>As she began moving towards the flames she thrust her hands forward and began throwing the constant jet of ice, casting the frostbite spell from both hands at the same time, spraying the ice over the stones covered in flame.  She was trying to create a path for them to escape by putting out the flames.  If anyone were to look at her face they would see the strain that casting so  many spells one after another was causing her.<span style="color: Sienna">“get moving, run!”</span>she yelled to the group of people.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>