... Well, that's just cheating. Daine lets out a grunt of surprise as the two-legger suddenly drops out of sight. She half-expects to feel herself treading on him (her momentum is too great for her to stop on a dime), but the crows confirm that he's gone through the floor, as if it - or he - was no more than smoke.

Odd's bobs, she says, punctuating it with a frustrated growl. Maybe it's just as well. Now she can focus on making her friends and herself a path out of here, and she's done with anything so easily blocked as a door. Oblivious to whatever intentions the mage might have, she shifts her focus to the ceiling, tearing down tiles and whatever piping she can as she works her way up.