Time was of the essence.  Silet grasped the woman's off hand for the briefest of moments before tracing a looped symbol onto her palm with a finger.  The faint light washed over the dragoon as she came under the effects of the spell.  "Move just as you normally would," she hastily explained, "whether you touch something or not is a matter of choice."  The silver's hand was returned to her almost as quickly.<br/><br/>"As for your question," she answered, "fire.  Lots of fire.  I don't want to, but we don't seem to have a choice.  Draw them into this room, then flee through the wall.  Ceres will have to find the window."  As the first of the troops entered the room, Silet leaped forward, through the first man and the stairs below him.  Grasping the second's ankles, she swung herself back up through the stairs, the momentum dragging the knight's feet from under him on the treacherous icy stair, sending him to the ground with a clatter, sprawling atop the already dead vanguard.  Silet glided back into the room in a three-point stance, regaining her balance.  "If not, I'll need to borrow a blade."