That did make Li hesitate, long enough to find that this was the entire case that Wicked had to present and become satisfied with her decision to find it weak. "Your concern is touching," was all she had to say before hauling the sword up in both hands to swing at the webbed window.

The blade bounced off of the threads ineffectively, sending a dewy shower of the sticky glue onto the floor but not making a knick in the impervious silk. Li barely had control of her sword, stumbling back and letting the tip drag a deep groove into the stone underfoot as it scraped along it for balance. In the silence that followed, she turned back to Wicked, still hunched over where she held the sword weighted to the floor, and asked, "Do you believe it to be the proper time to be worrying about this beast?" Who was meant to be the authority on Magical Creatures this year, anyhow?