Mercury could vaguely hear the tapping on the ice, but she didn't think they'd be able to get through it straight away.

Hopefully that would give her some time to recover. She was still breathing heavily, the exhersion of throwing so many attacks causing beads of sweat to form across her forehead. Her upper right arm throbbed from when she was hit before, and she massaged it gently. Her visor readings showed that another person had entered the field, but, for the moment, Mercury couldn't do anything except watch and hope that they would retreat back inside.