The crowd was still blinking their eyes and reaching out to check on their neighbors when an explosion of fury and energy surged from High Lady Erna's private box.
"Scaly strength, entrap, entwine!" High Lady Erna shouted, unleashing a wave of scintillating, iridescent serpents that shot across the willow grove of the arena before coiling around members of the Cauldron of Flame, binding them in place with constricting restraints that not only restricted their movement, but completely bound their magic.
"You dare to harm the innocent," Nyrielle snarled, leaping to her feet as dark energy surged from her fully opened wings, coalescing into several deadly feathers formed of shadows so dark they seemed to devour the light.
On the arena floor, Heila had already drawn her wand, an invocation on her lips when she heard Ashlynn's voice from above.
