Nema writhed, screaming in her elven mother's native tongue.  She forced her airborne water between herself and the nagah's coils, but it wasn't strong enough to force them apart.<br/><br/>The sand itself answered her silent call for help. It rose in little hills around them, and then serpentine coils to match Alukah's. These began to curl around the nagah and tighten. As long as Nema's strength lasted she was quite capable of protecting herself.