The glass shatters on impact, exposing its contents to the air which quickly burst into flame at the sudden contact of Oxygen. Her last glimpse of the room is with streamers of fiery liquid arcing across the room, dark smoke moving swiftly to obscure the last glimpse of her friends.
The desecrated runes holding up Snowberrys home finally falter completely, the heat from the flames warping them beyond recognition. They explode in unison, each tearing a sizable chunk from the tree home, flinging the materials about in a deadly shower of splinters.
Her natural protections shield her from any potential damage caused by the wooden missiles but their impact pounds her towards the ground, assisted by bursts of wind and rain that have yet to yield.
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(OOC: I thought this might be a good time for some random determination. By which I mean, how about a dex. roll to see if she is forced to land or nimbly remains aloft? Balance or Tumble would be appropriate I think. I'll try not to ask for too many of these


