Ah, of course, that possibility again. Jazdia was so tired of this entire charade she did not look at the box again. What else could she do? Defusing a magic construct would require a specialized operator with specialized equipment, which she was not, nor equipped with. 

...I will decipher the runes to find a means of opening the box safely. I want to avoid any other dead man triggers. Perhaps I can open the intended doorway.” 

Added Solomon after his solemn refusal. 

It was not good enough. Working with the undead was often as useful as working with crude automatons, or natural occurrences, and it was not counting her personal distaste towards those nature defiers. Her complaints were numerous, yet Jazdia chose to swallow it all and 

[color=ec008c]"You don't have to to follow my command,"[/color] she said firmly.[color=ec008c] "But I tell you this, I can see through his invisibility, and I saw that his defense is fading. What would happen if all goes according to the plan is Asevor will be forced to use up his shield to block my arrow, and should he really has nothing to defend himself, he will be down with one leg shattered to bits, but pretty much alive.[/color] 

For half part of her speech, Jazdia maintained her usual deadpan expression, before gradually developing into a fit of anger and frustration.[color=ec008c] "Or if he died... I don't care! This situation has spiraled out of control and surgical action is no longer feasible. Asevor has to be stopped now, by any means necessary, why else do you think he chooses to stay? "[/color] After gripping her bow, and feeling the searing pain from her scalded skin in utter hatred, Jazdia hissed. [color=ec008c]"I value my life even more than any Princeling. I am done, really, it's just the two of us now, and I cannot let us dance to his tune any longer." [/color]
 
After what could be perceived as an act of lashing out, Jazdia left Solomon to do his thing and walked down to the next floor, enchanting several of her arrows along the way. By the fourth arrow, she glanced at one of the dilapidated windows and wished the sun would come out anytime now. 

Carefully and quietly jumping down the ruined staircase, Jazdia's enchanted eyes scoured the entire room and immediately picked Asevor's silhouette. Exhausted and battered, silvery patches started to appear at the edge of her hair, and one of her eyes flickered with infernal color. Deciding to stay in that antechamber, she readied her bow and aimed, letting the arrowhead glow a bit more as Solomon's spectral summon entered her line of sight, flanking her target from the main door.

Taking a form of a well-dressed lady, she looked unnaturally fair for an undead, yet her outward beauty was rather balanced out by the sinister link that made her general appearance similar to a human with another human as a branch. Fortunately, Jazdia would soon realize that her neat appearance was not her only distinguishing feature. The conjoined undead would prove herself to be a quite formidable caster with her frost magic. Still, she could use a bit more guidance. 

Shifting her aim left and right, Jazdia made eye contact with the undead woman while making a move to give the impression that she could not see Asevor. And that, before suddenly waved her aim toward the wizard himself and fired her arrow.