As the whip came out of  nowhere a squeal escaped the young raven haired beauty.  With a firm grip  of the whip released, Abigail tried to put a distance from his grasp. The tenderness of her scalp was felt as soon as her hair was released from his opposite hand. She noticed he stepped away and it confused her, but thought maybe he had thought further on what he was doing to her. She almost gave a smile of triumph but she then noticed his book. There had been talk of witches and healers but this was something she had not witnessed personally. The young female had no idea of what to expect and looked almost panicked by the authority of his voice as it reached out and chilled her to the bone.<br/><br/><em>Leviathan.</em><br/><br/>She knew little about things but had heard tales of such sea monsters from different bardic songs that passed around through her years traveling with her father. Streams of cold water flowing over her form made her shiver and her teeth chattered some before she suddenly felt the temperature rise and steam around her. The entire act of what was happening confused and frightened Abigail. Fears of drowning in the depths of the water suddenly washed over her and she started to cry out for help, for a release of the torturous assault on her mind. As soon as the waves began to push on with a rough intent she gasped and flailed some, trying to find her way out of the torrential waters. The reality was lost on her and she was deep in the depths of her mind where the waters threatened their force upon her, drowning her slowly, slowly drowning her will. She would be thankful to any who rescued her now.<br/><br/>As soon as it was thought, the prayers answered if you will, she felt her body being washed ashore. Her limbs were weak and her body spent as she lay there and used what little energy left to glance upward. She lay before the holy man breathing hard and shivering. A thankful glance in his direction let her know she was glad the elemental assault had stopped and she could not fight them to any degree of triumph. Her silken milky white legs curled up under her ample form and her arms wrapped around her shivering as she lay at his feet, almost afraid to move.<br/><br/>