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A lot of things happen quickly. She watches with narrowed eyes, then chuckles softly as the ice wall splats on top of one of the clerics, but perks her ears towards the emerald, as she watches it slice thru the ice. ~interesting...~. She lifts her nose to the ceiling and sends out a chilling long howl into the room. The sound vibrates into the very stones of the walls, floor and ceiling.
Small cracks begin to appear here and there among the ancient mortar between the stones. She turns her head and watches one cleric, the one who pulls out a dagger and looks at the blue flame barrier with interest, and locks on to the fact he has probably figured out that he can walk through if he doesn't use magic. She woofs softly to Vincent and jerks her head towards that cleric.
Silently, she starts moving forward on quiet paws, her eyes intent upon the emerald with only a passing glance at the man tied to throne, which is slowly grinding its way towards the barrier.
She stops a few mere feet from the barrier, and watches the emerald.
OOC>NOTE: the howling spell is quietly eating away at the mortar holding the stones in the walls. This spell will most certainly effect the stone throne carrying Marcos. I leave that effect up to Larry as to what it will do.
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