Though the powerful lyrics did not fall on deaf ears, the one lyric that Lady Ilvaria had intended to use as a spell to render the molydeus incapable did not work. He did chuckle evilly, and there was a bulge worthy of notice from under his loincloth, but apart from that the intended effect did not come to be. '<i><span style="color: darkred">Mayhap we meet again,</span></i>' he said both telepathically and privately to the musical cleric, '<span style="color: darkred"><i>so we can share words once more.</i></span>' It was about as close to a flirt as one could ever get from a creature like him.<br/><br/>With that particular business done and over with, the great fiend thrust out a palm in Ariel's direction. From his hyenine mouth came words from the old speech used by the obyriths long ago, and he barked, "<span style="color: darkred"><i>Eeeaen meael oom poota!</i></span>"<br/><br/>Immediately, the winged grugach would feel as though not only her body, but her very essence of being was being tugged at sharply, and with little other warning, she could watch as her physical body would stretch like a gummy, elastic substance in the direction of the ruby in the axe's handle. While to her it must have felt like an eternity, naught but a second or two had passed between the moment the demon uttered such words and when her entire world became red. She would not feel as though she had any weight, almost as though she had no material form at all, but that inside the gemstone she was helpless was without question.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>