Hopefully. She guessed it would be quite painful to be impaled by one.

(If someone who speaks in all caps all the time bugs you please let me know and I'll change it)

Strangely, as they traveled deeper into the cave, the air gradually warmed. A faint noise echoed through the lower caverns: a roaring, hissing sound, like steam escaping a cracked pipe. Water dripped from the ceiling in rivulets now, soaking their clothes, and some of the ice shards looked dangerously unstable.

The hissing grew louder, punctuated with great roaring coughs and the acrid smell of smoke. They could see that some of the icicles had indeed fallen, smashed to pieces on the ground and glittering like broken glass.

Their abductors brought them into a large cavern littered with shattered shards of ice. Puddles saturated the floor, and water fell like rain from the ceiling. The creatures dropped them to the icy ground and scuttled off. The cave was mostly empty, save for a wooden box filled with black rocks--coal?--in one corner. More were stacked along the far wall, next to a wooden archway that led off into the darkness.

A piercing whistle, like a steam engine roaring into the station, erupted from the tunnel, and black smoke churned from the opening. They could smell ashes and brimstone, and then a deep voice echoed throughout the cavern. "HAVE YOU BROUGHT THEM?"

Isiea gets to her feet, looking around.

(its fine. )

Lise looked around for the voices owner, and their kidnapper.

The scuttling creatures scattered, and several icicles smashed to the floor with an almost musical chime.
Heavy footsteps clanked down the tunnel. Through the smoke, they could see something huge and grossly distorted, something definitely not human.

A massive black horse emerged from the writhing smoke, eyes glowing like hot coals, flared nostrils blowing steam. It was as big as the horses that pulled the Budweiser wagon, but there the resemblance ended. At first, it seemed that it was covered in iron plates; its hide was bulky with metal, rusted and black, and it moved awkwardly with the weight. Then it became clear its body was made of iron. Pistons and gears jutted out from its ribs. Its mane and tail were steel cables, and a great fire burned in its belly, visible through the rips in its hide. Its face was a terrifying mask as it turned to the girls, blasting flame from its nostrils.

(lmao it got tagged)

Lise stood, although stepping back a bit. She didn't know what it wanted with them, nor did she want to know.

Isiea is unfazed. "Who are you?" She asks, mimicking the tone it had spoken with.

"ARE YOU THE CHASE SISTERS?" The horse's voice shook the room. More icicles committed suicide. The iron monster loomed over them, tossing its head and snorting flame. "ANSWER ME, HUMANS. ARE YOU THE DAUGHTERS OF THE SUMMER KING?"

"YES." She mimics its voice even more.

" unfortunately, Yes. " She replied back.