She nods, drawing her blades and stepping to the side - out of immediate sight - of the door.

Elana casts a quick invisibility and steps to the other side.

The door hisses open, and a male Dwemer in ornate robes pauses at the threshold, surprised -

Elana sends a bolt of lightning at him.

Lace darts in to attack - 

He shouts and jumps back, the bolt of lightning glancing him - two machines surge forward, servant types, and one rolls down the corridor the way he came, and heavy footfalls begin thundering toward them. Lace's blade catches on the arm of one of the machines.

Damned automatons. She begins working a fire spell.

Lace tries to get around them, to the retreating Dwemer - one strikes her a solid blow, they're fairly effectively blocking the door - she slides past it, but she's injured, having to take a moment to heal even as the machine forces her on the defense. Its ally attacks Elana.

And... Fire.

The machine focusing on Elana starts shrieking with steam - it's not that durable, it gets closer to her but it's being severely hampered by the flames, and the one attacking Lace is catching some of the after effects - 

There's a heavy thud, and a loud hiss of steam, getting closer as Lace gets out of Elana's view, pursuing the fleeing Dwemer - who shouts something - 

Oh, enough of this. She takes a quick step back and pulls in a deep breath, focusing inward-

-And with a twitch of too-long fingers at the end of a gracile arm, the constructs go flying across the room to clatter in a heap. Elana glides forward to catch up with the fleeing Dwemer.

Lace has beaten her to it, running him through just as an automaton as large as Elana's Lord form thunders closer, breathing out a massive cloud of steam and flame onto Lace - burning her rather badly and forcing her to stumble back. There's other automatons around - most of them Lace seems to have been simply dodging in her pursuit, and they're now closing in, one's sharp leg lancing toward Elana's still recovering girlfriend.

(There's quite a commotion, farther out. More automatons coming their way, flesh and blood Dwemer either joining the machines or fleeing.)

She gestures, and the spike of it crumples into the body. (If she felt anything, it would be rage, but- she is past such things at the moment, inhabiting a state of limpid clarity where the order of the world is obvious: herself to rule, all else to bow to her whim.)

She sends the crushed one flying into the largest, then begins systematically destroying the others. Some with fire, others by pulling them to her and thrusting her hand through their metal chests and extracting the mechanisms within. When the mortal opponents appear, a wave of her hand saps their life in an instant. Their withered bodies collapse, a testament to her power.

Lace recovers herself enough she's not actively threatened, but she's still injured - and something shifts in the air around them. The Dwemer mages stop coming, and valves in pipes through the ceiling and walls shift - and boiling water and steam pour out. Lace screams, sharp and short, keeping her feet even as her skin scalds.

Still, a path out seems to be opening. The Dwemer don't actually have infinite automatons to send, after all, and they probably can't infinitely fill their halls with heat - though it seems other valves elsewhere are opening, venting fire or spraying hot oil. 

Elana ices over the offending vents, and again what that begins to melt, reinforcing it with her magic.

Deep shaky breath, her burned skin peeling off as she struggles to heal - "Elana, we need to get out," she says, voice odd.

(She - thinks this - monster - is Elana - beautiful and graceful and wrong but she has Elana's face and came from the right direction - )

Lace is pulled into arms that wrap further around her than she is used to, skin cold and hard as marble. Elana begins gliding out of the workshop.

She tenses up, staying very still.

The traps the Dwemer have filled the halls with can be iced over long enough for Elana to glide past, at least, the magical runes avoidable, and there's a cordon of mages outside who blast her with lightning when she emerges (the merchants scattered, hiding) - they're powerful, but so is Elana - 

Their petty magicka will serve her will, not theirs. She holds up a hand, absorbing the lightning and returning it to them twofold.

They die, and the way out of the compound is clear, plus or minus some guards who clearly won't be able to stop her.

Oh, minus the guards. Definitely. They are sentenced to death for the crime of associating with those who stood against her.

Once beyond the walls, Elana sets Lace down-

-and contracts back into herself, a grimace contorting her no-longer-impossibly-perfect face.

She keeps her feet, shaking, and leans into Elana, hugging her. "Are you okay?"

It takes a second before Elana hugs back.

"I- will be. I dislike doing that."

Nod. "...It was. Kinda freaky."

Deep breath. "C'mon, let's get out of here before they try any pursuit..."