At the same time, Naread bolted in the opposite direction, scuttling on his many legs with a gleeful shout of, "You can try, fat lizard bitch! But first, you will have to catch me!"
For a moment, Marianna looked torn between whom to chase, but when a moment later my head hit an invisible wall in the air, I realised she was casting a spell. On the opposite end of the cave, Naread suffered the same fate, but with more hurt—his body was heavier, and his head wasn't as soft and elastic as mine.
