"Etched over a foot deep into the floor. You'll need to do better than that," she says, dodging any attacks he might make, as she starts channeling a major spell. The temperature of the room begins to drop, drastically. "Some say the world will end in fire, but I think I know enough of hate to say that, for destruction, ice would suffice." A solid column of cold lashes at from her, as close to absolute zero as possible, and certainly strong enough to pose a threat to balefire.