As Aveca studied the fray, searching for a target to place the arrow she had knocked on her bow, she watched the gates swing open. She was impressed at the speed with which the imperial woman had achieved her task. Since she was farther from the gates than her companions, as she was ranged, the others made their way over a few dozen feet ahead of her. Most of the daedra had already been dispatched, but a scamp appeared in a burst of flame off to her side. Aveca drew back her arrow and released it into the meat of the demon's chest. She knocked another arrow as she moved, for safety, but did not encounter another demon before catching up to her companions. 

She arrived next to the mostly quiet group in time to see the Argonian enter the gate without a word. For a moment, gazing into the fiery gate, she wondered if they'd even be able to pass through it the way the demons had. It was possible, she thought, that it may burn them. She half expected the man to fall to the ground, burnt, midway through, but he simply disappeared through the gate with no incident. Aveca's area of expertise really had nothing to do with otherworldly realms, and she felt nerves tense in her stomach as she stood slightly behind the others. She knew she had the courage to go through, but she still didn't want to be the next to rush in. She wasn't sure what to expect on the other side.