Bethany just looked over at Dorian with a faintly bleak look, before she focused her attention on the elder mage. Her first Winter's Grasp bounced off of him and his dispel as if wasn't there at all.

She hissed and turned the staff on him again, amping up her Winter's Grasp to Winter's Fury to hit him again, her brown eyes flaring. She did nod in response to Dorian, however, knowing that he would have the ability to cover them.

"Right." She looked at him, her gaze focusing.