As Herriman escaped the quick sand trap, priroda swung her hammer vertically from a knelt possition, allowing her to keep concentration on her wounderful moss. The motion acted as a catalyst, and the earth responded by raising a short, 1 ft thick, 3 ft tall, 5 ft wide wall of sandstone directly between the combatants. Of coarse it was blown away it the blast of energy, but, it served the purpose of buying just a few more moment. Priroda looked pretty determined right now, and confident that he little plant would do the trick.

Sol was chewing her finger nails down to nubs in anticipation, for she could now see her sister, and the danger she was in. Priroda grinned up at her sister, and winked , as she took hold of her sickle, and stood, leaving the hammer over the moss, to continue growing, and channeling her magic. As she stood, she had roots entangle the hammer to keep it from moving until she got back.

It was obvious by now, that priroda needed a catalyst for earth magic. But, what about nature magic? Well, her oponent, still half trapped in quicksand would have to take a guess on that, for in a few moments, priroda would advance, with no bars held.