"Gods, you stink." Soanala taunted as she leapt from her ally's side to intercept the approaching spearmen. Though most of the arrows missed in the burst of movement, she hissed as one of them caught her thigh in passing. Thankfully, her aura prevented it from burying itself.<br/><br/>A smirk touched her lips when she landed and she wondered about why the members of this anti-dragon cult would approach in such a fashion. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled a mighty, swirling cone of bitter cold and frost their way. The foremost two of the four caught the brunt of the devastating breath attack and found themselves frozen solid while the other two slowed as they found themselves shivering uncontrollably and coated in ice. They crashed into their comrades and the fall broke brittled bones and joints.<br/><br/>A gust of minty frost left her lips as she quickly yelled out, "Move!" to her green-scaled rival. Last thing she needed was for the scoundrel to get impaled by a ballista bolt.