Covering her ears, she scrambled back to her feet and stared at the creature. It tried to move, though much slower than before. Muttering another spell-word, she held out her hands and watched vines break through the floor, flowering as they wrapped themselves around him, holding it in place. The wood cracked from the front of the inn to the back, spreading like ice that had been shattered.<br/><br/>"There's a sword," she shouted above the scream, "behind the serving table! It'll kill it!"