Brie coughed as she was confronted with the vile gust, and stepped away from the wall, avoiding the blood which spilled from its grisly wound. "Well," she said, turning back to Shurkroat, "it cuts easily, and doesn't seem particularly dangerous to me; probably just placed here as a barrier. Why don't you cut through some more of it, try and make us a doorway; your sword looks much better suited to this kind of thing than mine." She walks back, away from the flesh-wall, and closes her eyes for a moment, attempting to reenter a psionically meditative trance.<br/><br/><br/>[Concentration check to gain psionic focus: 12 + 8 mod=20, success]