Vedette nocked arrow after arrow, but was trying her best not to hit Ithacles instead of the bandits who had replied with force rather than surrendering themselves to the law. She wondered why they thought just because they outnumbered Ithacles and herself that they could win this fight. Did they not know who Ithacles was? Vedette put another arrow into one of the bigger men before the mage made his first move.
The bolt of hellfire streaked across the cave and right at her, and Vedette hardly had time to drop back into the snow and press herself as far down as she could. But the flames never the less harmed her, even if they hadn't actually touched her. She felt as if she was on fire without actually being on fire. This was a horrible situation for her. But not one that she couldn't deal with. Just another thing to add into the fact that she was in a cave again. Horrible and horrifying.
The mage was reading the next as Vedette sat up with her bow in hand, ready to shoot him. She let the arrow fly, but the mage answered it with another bolt which tore through the arrow and for Vedette again. This time her arm covered her face and a shield of ice about two feet long and an inch thick formed there without so much as a word from her. The fire did not bounce off of it, or really melt the shield at all, but it held it at bay until the spell died away. Her face was nearly white now, but the temperature inside the cave which was always quite cold because of the snow outside and the elevation took a sharp drop as Vedette drew herself back up.
The men around them, and probably Ithacles as well, were finding it harder to move let alone fight under such cold weather.