"A mere step back will do." What protection distance could not provide them a quick protection spell may. With yet another wave of the hand he conjures a shield. The shield is subtle and its brief glisten in the light is easily missable, although it would become extremely apparent if struck.

With that out of the way, he concentrates briefly and motions in the air with the staff. A plume of ice rushes forth and bursts against the elevator doors with a quick blue light. It sends shards of ice every which way but the door remains - vexingly - intact.

Emet-Selch lets his head fall back and he sighs dramatically.