Nema leapt at the chance for freedom, but her 'sand serpent' did not retreat. Instead she redoubled her effort and tried to turn the tables. At the moment she was too hungry to consider the dilemma of the size of her prospective prey, or the inability to cook.<br/><br/>the coils of sand tightened, and Nema's water whip grew narrow and long, snapping at Alukah's face. This time it would leave deep gashes where it hit.