Though the nymph's flesh may be warded against physical attacks, but on the inside she is just as vulnerable as any humanoid. Your magic rushes into her, gripping deep and twisting what it finds. For a moment the fey writhes around, as if she were performing some frenzied dance. Her agonized scream is cut short as her jaw is locked together, choking it into heavy groan. He is complete unable to resist the gift you bestowed upon her, but may be able to shake it off soon.<br/><br/>Lelika finds herself ready to act on the position she set up, and does so, extending her arm she snaps her blade into a reverse grip and then pulls her arm back, jabbing the shortsword into the tracker's back. "Spare his life but not his pain," She prays to her goddess as she does so, counting the metal with her magic. The tip does not break his skin, instead channeling the potential destruction into a wave of purest pain that washes over his entire body, overwhelming his senses. He does not even scream, he simple falls into an crumbled, unconscious heap, freeing Lelika to rush over to your aid, moving around to set up a flank.