A trio of archers perched at the windows of the keep launched an arrow each at the pair...one veering far off and the others sailing towards the rogue's chest and dragoon's thigh.<br/><br/>Soanala unwittingly dodged that arrow as she hopped back to avoid the pursuing swordsmen. The lead of their group got unlucky when he landed a second hit on her and her aura blasted him with another surge of bitter cold...this one freezing and shattering his hand and forearm. He fell to his knees with an anguished cry before receiving a direct blast of deadly cold in his face as the dragoon loosed another blizzard from her lips.<br/><br/>The kneeling one was frozen solid while the others crumpled in shivering frost-bitten heaps. Soanala quickly put them out of mind and pointed towards the archers as she flashed that golden aura of toughened skin once more and drew her crossbow. "The windows!"<br/><br/>One of the archers actually wet himself at that and fled into the recesses of the keep to avoid what he felt would be a horrible death while the other two nocked their arrows in preparation to fire once more.<br/>