[ Akua is trying to create the ice necessary to chill the restraints, but the more she tries, the more she tried to wrest the chill of her magic against the restraint, the more she realized that it's a trick rather than a flood. It takes forever for the metal to become as cold as she wishes. It gets there, but it feels like she is a mere novice as opposed to the expert she is.

Her lips thin, because Amos and Hayame are fighting as hard as they can, against those monsters, and her magic is Very nearly gone.

Something is dampening her magic down here. Worse than even before. The sounds of their fight sounds more and more frantic, and they need to hurry, but she wants to know what is happening just as much as she wants to get Vander out of here.

With a grunt of frustration, she moved to the other, and slapped her hand on it, as if the touch will help. (It doesn't.) ]

Thus far, it has only been monsters.

[ The ice crept along the surface of the metal, but it's even slower on this side. She turned her head, to narrow her eyes at the runes. ]

This is taking too long, give me a moment. One of you must take out the other restraint, there's something here.

[ She stands, before she strode across the room -- heading right for the center of what could only be his work -- she stares, for long enough that she memorizes it, before she pressed her hands to it, and started to tear the magic down, piece by piece. ]