When Canen had ascertained that the ice blockade Raelyse had summoned forth had served its short lived purpose, he motioned for his partner to accompany him across the trap ridden floorboards to the opposite side of the room. A strong pine scent rose from the wooden floor, somewhat reminding the Nocturn of the same light odour often experienced in Concordia forest during the summer months, the rare period of time where he could actually relax and enjoy himself. Yet even with this somewhat warm and delightful smell the persistent stale stench of must could still be smelt over the top and quickly reminded Canen he was not in his favourite retreat, but instead in the midst of a death-trap complex.

Although usually inoculated against being caught out, Canen found that his next step was to be more painful than he thought. He felt the floorboard beneath his sole sink with even the slightest of pressure, and before he could react a six inch metal spike shot out of the ground next to his left foot, slashing the flesh on his ankle without penetrating the skin. He let out a startled cry and clutched his wound with his right hand, leaping off the pressure pad switch in an instant and landing on what appeared to be a safe portion of the floor.

"Raelyse, I'm getting irritated of being here now..." He growled in a deep, clearly agitated voice, watching the spike slowly retract into the floor and feeling the sharp pain burn in his foot. The thud of his opponents body outside sounded with a muffled thump, the ice barrier still apparently up and running, and the Nocturns emerald eyes flickered over to watch the silhouette of the demon slump to the floor. "Wait a minute...there's no way he was knocked out so badly by running into that..."

Perhaps it was the ice element that did it... He mused. Canen observed, leaning on the left hand wall for balance as the barrier began to melt in front of his eyes, the water cascading in spent torrents down the surface of the crumbling ice to form rigid cold puddles on the floor of the staircase. He noticed there were quite a few large gaps forming in the barrier now, and both members of the other team were awaiting entry to the floor, even if the demon one seemed to be partially unable to fight. Canen quickly, using his right shoulder to lean against the left hand wall, brought both of his hands forward and outstretched. The temperature surrounding the floor began to drop quickly, each breath the warriors took steaming in clouds of vapour as the sharp ice particles of Needle Tempest began to form in the air, twirling and glistening even in the somewhat dull light the pagoda had to offer. He thrust his palms forward and with this motion a cloud of small icy needles shot forward, propelled by a sudden gust of wind towards the half melted doorway. Hopefully, the needles would shoot through the gaps in the crumbling barrier and either strike or further hinder the opponents, but most of all Canen wanted to see if the ice would harm the demon who was slumped on the stairwell.