"The curried elephant, obviously. Though it wasn't actively trying to _tear_ it's way out." Ptricia stated with some asperity. " It wasn't the collar, it was the released spell energies. They were well crafted enough that they held together for a time even after the collar itself was destroyed... and attacking from inside my stomach, they could more or less bypass my magical resistance. Without your philosophers stone, and Chris getting me over to it... you'd have needed a new drummer."<br/><br/>She turned to face him. "No training dummies, but I'm sure you can hang up some of my caracases from downstairs if you need to punch something. It worked for Rocky, after all. I've got to clean up, and find some incense burners to clear the last of the smell." She started rooting around in the boxes.