Martel frown as the first of the blades scraped along her flesh, leaving a scrape, but doing no actual harm, failing to her tough skin, while the second blade seemed to strike some sort of invisible protection around her.  She half laughed as she easily pulled her torso away from the third's thrust, slithering back five feet from her opponents, her smile widening.<br/><br/>"My my, aren't you a clever group?  Trying to surround a woman you can't even damage.  I fear I have little more than cold comfort for you, though..."<br/><br/>She exhaled again, frigid air flowing outwards, a blast of potent frost expanding into a cone as it burst from her, just barely nicking the back of the carriage as it enveloped the three hobgoblins.  She had chosen the frost breath for just that reason, it seemed rude to set aflame the conveyance of one whom she was assisting, and one who, it seemed, was also assisting her.<br/><br/>(15 ft cone of frost, 14 damage, DC 20 Ref save for half)