The Grand Sorceress sighs with relief, and flexes her hand again, the ward hurtling forward and tangling around the shape shifter with enough force to knock the air from her lungs.
"Don't struggle." The words are a fierce, curt order, and Katya can feel the talons of her magic digging into her astral self, binding her to the older woman.
It hurts, but it also feels like an anchor to keep her from slipping any deeper.
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Date: 2010-11-24 05:03 am (UTC)"Don't struggle." The words are a fierce, curt order, and Katya can feel the talons of her magic digging into her astral self, binding her to the older woman.
It hurts, but it also feels like an anchor to keep her from slipping any deeper.