Bitterroot had never been a big fan of monologues. She charged, wrapped her legs around the neck of a shocked Circe, and climbed. Circe yelled threats and pleas, stabbing at her legs with the spear, but of course Bitterroot didn’t feel anything, and she paid no attention to whatever Circe said. She simply climbed up into the air. When she was at a good height, she flew over the fire and dropped Circe.