“Alrighty,” said Artemis cheerfully. “Aaaand…” She nonchalantly sliced through the runes cut into Catskill’s neck. Strength flooded her body again, but her legs wouldn’t obey her. Catskill “pulled” as hard as she could, begging, pleading for her legs to move, but it was like her free will was encased in iron. Nothing worked. Even thinking of not getting up took a mental effort.