The wounding power of her spell ricocheted to either side of them, slicing gouges through a swath of spindly forest grasses like someone had taken a scythe to them, but Elandriel didn't notice, her eyes widening and hands dropping to grab at his forearm as his hand fixed around her throat.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"Goddessless heathen,"</span>she gasped as his hand constricted, and then only her lips moved to form words she could not give sound to, her pale eyes beginning to bulge a little as she scrabbled at his hand, head starting to spark from lack of air.