"...I don't like water!"
He falls to the ground, legs bound by thick, unescapable spider webbing. He can hear the woman laughing cruelly, no longer sounding sweet or kind
???: HAH! Too easy...like shooting fish in a barrel...
Mela: NO! Let go of him-he is MY prey-
???: Oh? I don't see your name on him-or your magic, for that matter-