"What are you-" Amara began, and then staggered abruptly as the magic hit her like a fist. This didn't seep into her mind, no, it shattered her defenses, as she slowly, obviously resisting, took one step, then another, before it entirely overwhelmed her, forcing her to step forward quickly, and stripping out of the ill-fitting dress. She looked at the woman with anger in her eyes, and spoke, her voice flat. "If I get the chance, I<em>will</em>kill you."