If the vile dragons insisted on hiding in that accursed room, then they could burn in there as well. Not all of the soldiers were reckless enough to charge in and die. They were elite amongst the others after all. Once the last pair to survive the chloro-ghost-frost maneuvered passed the various set-ups along the way, they stopped at the end of the stairwell. Instead of charging in, one threw a bottle and the other a shimmering stone.<br/><br/>When those objects landed together, the result was a large and wide plume of flame and deafening bang. Though the noise prevented Soanala from hearing her two allies, her lack of heightened listening -as well as a fierce inner resilience- prevented her from losing her hearing and instead left her with a nagging ringing in her ears. She wasn't as lucky with the flame and it quickly left a minor burn and set what little shreds of her gown were left aflame along with the remnants of the door.<br/><br/>She quickly hopped away from the doorway and said, "They're getting smart..." regardless of whether or not the others could hear her. She then took a deep, misty breath and readied herself for whatever would come next.<br/><br/>The soldiers, on the other hand readied strategies of their own in the form of a well-aimed heavy crossbow and tanglefoot bag ready for hurling at anyone foolish enough to pop their head out. No shouts or taunts sounded from their lips. Their seething rage was held in check by training and wits for they knew that anger and martial skill alone would not kill the beasts.