She tried to signal for the green to wait, but the rogue was already out the window.  There wasn't any time to try and tone down what she had planned; she was thoroughly sick of these meatsacks.  "I've had quite enough of this," Silet growled, her hands a blur of mystical gestures.  Tongues of fire seemed to float around her as she channeled infernal energies.  "Silver, that greenie's going to be in trouble where she is.  Move like I did before, sink through the floor and get her out of there."<br/><br/>"Fire in the hole!" she cried to the green, as she stepped closer to the doorway.  With a scream of primal anger, Silet had ushered forth a gout of fire, flowing down the stairwell like a cascade, engulfing all in its path.  She'd hoped that the dragons had vacated as the flame broke into the room below, washing over the remaining guards with unholy fire.  When the inferno ceased, Silet was surprised to see one of the knights still alive in the stairwell, helmet off, horribly burned and writhing in pain.  His breath gave in short gasps, signaling his time was near.<br/><br/>"Aww, dear," Silet said, gliding over to him, calming him with gentle hushes, "it wasn't supposed to end like this.  I never wanted to see you in pain.  The least I can offer is a quick release."  She placed her lips against his, his grimace of pain at the contact quickly silenced as the succubus forewent all foreplay, draining his soul from his mortally wounded body as quickly as possible, sparing him a slow death from his burns.  Silet could almost feel his gratitude as she felt his essence suffuse her.  With that, she proceeded downstairs, hoping to see her two allies unscathed.