Silven smiled at the new situation, he was just barely in range to cast a spell at the water and he knew exactly what to do.  His saberfang continued to rush forward while he chanted and watched the sisters move through the small stream; the power of shadow magic filled him, then the spire formed a few feet behind the sisters as the dark flames shot down from the sky into the water instantly causing the stream to hiss and steam as it's temperature steadily rose.  He knew that such heat would be a great annoyance to both of the sisters and their saberfangs.  Especially as the water's heat would continue to rise for a few moments after the spell was cast.<br/><br/>"Arscis, veer right."  He commanded to his saberfang as it veered off approaching a long path of rocks and leaped onto one attempting to avoid the same distress, it however slipped off and into the stream at the half way point and swam quickly through the boiling water as froth filled it's mouth.  The pair felt the discomfort of the heat, though pushed through it and kept their eyes situated on the prize ahead, the two lovely night elves.