[well, she learned her lesson. rather than the outward spread of a flamethrower, try to aim the fire more precisely.

thank the Mistress for that much, at least. and she hovers in the air, ready to apply more ice whenever needed, but it seemed to be holding so far, giving the local hunters a chance to get in and do some damage without having to get too close to the Tyrant. when the Hunter gives her that smirk, she grins back, pleased that she could help.

she only prayed that the ice continued to hold]