Daine dodges to the side as best she can, which isn't much. The wall cracks and buckles beneath her weight, and while she manages to avoid a direct hit to the face, the fireball strikes a glancing blow along her side. The smell of burning feathers inundates the hall, and Daine snarls.

She can't let him do that again, which limits her choices. Then again, perhaps a direct charge is the best move. She'd survive a brief mouthful of flames far better than he'd survive being a mouthful, after all. Lowering her head so the ceiling won't slow her, she lumbers forward, her spine still catching the tiles and scattering them to the floor behind her.