As soon as the clashing of steel began, Elayna funneled all she could into dashing to the other side of the prison. Elayna pulled up her skirt enough to unsheathe her dagger, before dropping and it pushing on. [i]Gods damn these wretched clothes...pretty to look at, but absolutely terrible to steal cell keys in...[/i] The Breton grumbled mentally. In her free hand, she prepared an Stoneflesh spell and cast it, giving her some semblance of protection. It was getting to the point where such a paltry spell was barely serving her...she'd have to seek out a tome or two after this insanity. 

While she ran, the prisoners who were lucid and knew what was happening shouted at her, telling her to look on the right wall for the keys. The young woman nodded as she ran, a breathy "Thanks, loves" escaping her burning throat. With most guards dealing with the more dangerous threats, Elayna initially believed she could get the keys without any hassle what-so-ever, but of course, fate had it's ways of testing her. A guard emerged from the office, presumably there to grab a weapon, curved sword in hand, coming straight for her. The dark-skinned man closed in, swinging his sword straight for Elayna's neck. She stumbled back, thankfully dodging the beheading strike, and sprayed the guard's face with a stinging Frostbite spell. The cold air and frozen dust suddenly shot into his eyes blinded the man, and Elayna took the opportunity to trip him and, with suppressed horror in her heart, she plunged her blade into the guard's neck, ending his life in a series of terrible gurgling pleas.

With a roiling stomach, Elayna removed the blade and used her headscarf to wipe it, promptly disposing of it over the railing. She finally made it to the warden's office, and, thank the Divines, the keys were indeed hanging on a hook on near the entrance. The Breton eyed the weapons that were on a rack lying against the opposite wall. Running out into the prison once more, Elayna began unlocking a couple cells on the upper floor, fumbling for the keys in the dark to unlock them. She was about to do the same on the bottom floor, before she saw Reigenleif crumple onto the ground, a wound on her chest and a guard above her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her companion fall, though she was slightly relieved when the golden glow of Restoration surrounded the Nord's palms, enough to save her life temporarily. There was no way she could open all of the cells in time.

"Free the others, arm yourselves, and aid him." Elayna motioned to Zaveed and handed off the keys and potions, as she made her way to the floor below. With little more than a passing thought, she mustered her magicka and sent an Ice Spike through the chest of Reigenleif's attacker, as he turned to face her, causing him to fall to the floor as well. Elayna was stumbling now, the toll of Frost magic in a desert, her fatigue, and the sickness in her stomach causing her to fall at Reigenleif's side. Taking her dagger and cutting the sleeves from her blouse, the alchemist dabbed some of her rejuvinating potion onto the strips and tried to bandage the wound. Hopefully the strengthening properties would help her pull through. Someone would have to go without. Unable to actually pick up the Nord, Elayna had to drag her to the side and get her out of the way of more harm.

She had to hope the few prisoners could aid them, because as it stood, with all of their conditions worsening, they wouldn't last against reinforcements.