Cast that classic spell.

"Pleasure!" you scream as you throw yourself forwards. Your hand grabs her neck, though instead of piercing her body with your blade, or even taking advantage of having such a weak part of one's body in your grasp, you flood her body with a mighty spell, and one she likely isn't expecting at all.

Her eyes widen. The moment the feeling starts to hit, she throws her empty hand forwards. A rush of water pushes your stomach enough to send you backwards, though you can already feel how much stronger that would have been if her powers weren't already draining. The woman's face flushes red, her mouth hangs open, and she stares you deeply into the eyes as she drifts backwards with an unavoidable sensation tingling up and down from her head to her toes. Whether it's a resilience to magic, or how swiftly she was able to get away, but the full effect isn't happening, though that doesn't make it any less humiliating. She lets out a stuttering gasp as not only euphoria overtakes her, but a frustrating desire. Parts of her now hunger for more, which is a struggle to ignore. As she floats back, her legs shiver as she places a hand over the front of her dress.

"... Wh-What kind of magic--" She looks down at her shaking hand, and much to her distress, she's finding it difficult to call upon the magic of Seno'nojoch, and that isn't to mention that it isn't exactly easy to continue fighting in any manner after such a pleasurable shock.

Meanwhile, you're about to continue, but a wrench is thrown into the mix. Even with your Kitty Sense, you can only react so quickly, especially underwater. You suddenly feel the soft yet firm touch of two pillows pressing so pleasantly against the side of your face. As you turn, these balloons engulf your face. It's wonderful. For a moment, you believe this would be a fine way to die. Though as reality hits and time ceases to slow, you're suddenly pinned against the wall right beside Gwynevere's throne by Anyana's beautiful, dark, glowing, and naked body. Her arms wrap around you, holding you tight in place.

With this necklace, I can breathe underwater, but I can't breathe in titties?!

"Mmfmfm!" you call out as your hands grab her waist.

"Sea spiders, sea spiders!" the anglermaid continues to cry. It seems in her distress to rid herself of the unseen infestation, she's discarded the armour they were coming from. More Candy trickery.

"Get away from him," Snow says. She snatches the girl's flickering bobble from above, which instantly weakens her grip. Like a wrestler, she wraps her body around the anglermaid, and with a thrust of her legs, does what could be called a suplex backwards through the water to free you of the bosomy burden (as nice as it was).

Unfortunately, Gwynevere has recovered. Well, mostly. She stares at you with teeth clenched and cheeks red as she pants heavily. She's slowly regaining her composure, though with that sensation not going away anytime soon, you've certainly weakened her connection to the patron which bestows upon her such dangerous powers, as long as she stays humiliated about her state. With a woman so proud and arrogant, you feel like that won't be an issue. This isn't the first time you've met someone like that.

You out a foot up on the wall. After squatting against it, like a spring ready to launch, your opponent darts forwards at an alarming speed. Her dress flutters behind her in a manner that gives her elite class name new context--phantom, like a shadowy ghost. Though before she can make contact with the weapon, you've already activated your Bunny Hop to vanish from side. The water where you previously were fills in, making it appear as if you've just been sucked into a portal. Her attention turns, and she spots you standing in the center of the room, closer to your allies.

"Flee all you would like. It was an option I gave you," she says with a smirk. "But if you choose to stay, I will catch up to you."

"Then come."

"Fool!" She tilts her nose up at you and points a finger forwards. "Do you honestly believe I did not see you place a trap between us earlier?"

You remain silent. The grasp on your weapon tightens.

She continues. "I am insulted. As if I have not seen a spell such as that!" Then she rises up--just high enough for Entangle to miss. She takes a deep breath, grabs her rapier in both hands, and after one last glare down towards you like daggers through your very soul, she throws herself downwards. She herself is the arrow, and in a manner of seconds, she'll skewer you to the floor. However, there's another trick you have up your sleeve.