Esme cried out as the fingers dug into her tender flesh with more force, the teeth biting her sensitive neck. The dryad apparently hadn't appreciated her attempt at a counter attack, but Esme wasn't too surprised that the spell had failed; it had been a minor magic. The vines were binding her wrists, restricting her ability to gesture.<br/><br/>"Tara!" Esme cried, hoping that her companion was having more success.<br/><br/>Esme possessed stronger magic that she could call upon, but she was hesitant to try and cause the dryad any real harm. What if she failed, what would the spirit do to her then? Esme's thoughts swam in a panic, recalling how she had been betrayed to the king's men. She wasn't going to allow herself to be taken again without a fight.<br/><br/>"NggHHH!" she grunted, straining to free her hands again, enough to call upon energy to blast the dryad with mystic force. If she could hurt her, maybe the creature would drop its guard long enough for Esme to escape its clutches.