That discharge of ice gives her a brief bit of breathing room, at least in front of her. Now all she has to worry about is whatever is flanking her. And whoever is behind her-

The whoosh of air is the only warning she gets. The next, that presence at her back is suddenly quite suddenly gone and she doesn't have anything to brace herself against. And, as it turns out, heeled boots and sudden balance loss don't mix well with ice.

She falls over backwards, and lands on someone with an undignified "ooph!" on her part.

"Sorry-" she has just enough presence of mind to get out. Before realizing there's something dark bearing down on both of them. And her rapier fell just out of reach in the fall.

"Sword please!" She shouts out at whoever she's resting on.