Right, then, she thought. Something indirect.
She pointed at the ground. "Vorare!" she muttered, fingers contorting into claws as she mimed clutching something from the air.
The ground beneath Godda turned soft as quicksand and roots broke through the earth to wrap around her legs. The Faerie Princess looked down in shock and then back up at Tamara and Edric.
"You... you foolish girl," she said, a note of astonishment in her voice. "You really don't have any idea who you're dealing with."
The ground continued to swallow her, the earth sucking at her legs, the roots tugging her deeper. Godda began to hack at them with her sword, to struggle against the spell.
"Neither do you," Tamara said, cold and resolute. "I am one of the Protectors of Albion, and I say this foolishness is at an end. There are enough enemies in the dark without the two of you creating more chaos. They thrive on it.
