Kneeling on the floor, summoning his energies, J'kar looks up at the firewall, then Ian. "I imagine it could hurt her, but she's one tough mother...literally." He smirks. "We could give it a try, but it probably won't do that aweful much to her...good idea though." He thinks. "Hey! I seem to recall that in the past, freezing them has subdued them. If we could capture her, then bring her to the town...all could see what sort of heroes we are...on second thought, that might not be a good idea. It would attract serious attention, and that's the last thing we need...I think we'd better just kill her. But freezing her may be a start. I--" His attention is jerked to the firewall, as the queen plunges through the weakening barrier. She stands, bent over, and slowly straightens up as the flames course over her body. She looks at each of the adventurers, sizing them up...and snarls at J'kar, obviously recognizing him as the one who created the firewall. She rears back, then charges full out at him. J'kar's face turns a much lighter green, and he leaps into the ceiling and hangs just out of reach. "Umm...guys? Perhaps a little help here." The other members of the party gather themselves and attack.