Not this time!

"No, you little bitch!"

Another vine snaked towards Eilwy's mouth, looking to gag her as she struggled in their grasp.

One chance! She thought desperately. I only have one chance!

"Praxis Zatis!" Eilwy shouted, and a cloud of black smoke drifted from her mouth and enveloped her. The vines blackened and unravelled in the dark fog, withering in her **** spell, and retreated slowly into the forest. Eilwy dropped from their grasp onto her knees, gasping.

"No!" Shouted Niamh, and threw a final love spell at the shaken enchantress. But Eilwy brushed it aside and threw a counterspell which shrunk Niamh's smock several sizes. Niamh sank to the floor, eyes wide, suddenly bound in her own clothes and struggling to breathe.

Eilwy brushed herself down and surveyed her two captives.

A good bit of work, she thought to herself.

And now for some payback.