Unfortunately for Draiss, as fast as he can cast spells, so can she. And, even with two hands dull, that still leaves<em>four</em>to direct the spells, which she does to great effect. She contemptuously counters what spells she sees as threats, such as the illusion, but ignores the darkness; Draiss is forgetting that a god's True Sight and Darkvision pierce even magical darkness. A shield was in place to absorb the first blast, and her own blast meets his to counter the second. The third does slam into the book, but despite being just parchment and leather, it's amazingly resilient, and survives. Before he gets to her, though, an heavily fortified Forcewall springs into place, blocking him, and she brings up a pair of hands to twine fingers around his, as he tries to grab the book. "As stubborn as always. And, of course, I have no intention of fighting you, here. We'd tear this plane apart, long before either of us died. Though, I'm a bit disappointed that my allies didn't slow you down enough; you should have still been fighting Harley, now, given the timetable." A third hand flashes out, and, despite Gammon's speed, she effortlessly seizes his arm, and flings him beyond her, where her tail smashes into him. Despite the force, enough to shatter diamonds, he only slides about ten feet back, before reorienting, and launching himself again.<br/><br/>She then grins, as her eyes meet his. "You assume poorly." The hands holding his begin to glow; one black, one white, reminiscent of one of Draiss' more powerful moves, as she grins wider, still flipping through the book with almost contemptible ease.