Kayla shook her head at Ayesha. "That may come in handy later, but that mesh is built to withstand blows from a earth tribe warhammer. It looks flimsy but the runes disperse the physical energy. However... let me try this..." She motioned both elves away from their respective grills, and took up position a few feet away from the door. She stretched out a palm, third finger bent down, and summoned her will. With it surged her magic, and with a yell and a hiss of released energy a blue-white arc of lightning about the width of her wrist streaked to the grill. Kayla gritted her teeth, and the surge grew brighter, almost painful to look at. She held it for less than ten seconds and then it vanished, black afterimages streaking everyone's vision.<br/><br/>Kayla drew a few shaky breaths. This was more power than she had expended in some time and it left her physically weaker like all magic. She went to the door and placed her hand on the grill. "It's barely warmed. Did you see how the runes earthed the energy before it touched the metal? Alright, that's about what I thought. Let's try this now". She stepped closer and pressed her fingertips of her left hand to the mesh, the tips of each just about poking between the spaced metal. Waiting for the fire elf to clear once more, she released her magic. This time the stream was smaller, crackling from her fingertips to meet just ahead of them and string into a narrow rope which arced across the distance between the cells and into the grill on the other side. Once again Kayla concentrated, the energy increasing until the grill was obscured by a blue white glow, her face twisting in concentration and a twinge of pain. When she gasped and let the magic die away finally, the grill was warped away from the frame.<br/><br/>"As I had suspected. The runes only cover the inside of the grills. They relied on no one realising or not being able to focus the magic through such small apertures". She held up her burned left hand, fingertips blackened. "They were almost right! Now Lord Ash... perhaps you can heat the lock on this side, if you give that grill a helping hand you should be able to punch it free now the chains of runelines are broken. The outside lock, which is visible to you on our door, should be vulnerable to your extreme heating" She leant against the doorframe for support, almost sagging, leaning a grateful arm on her young friend as exhaustion swept through her. Kayla's spare frame trembled against the others slender figure.