"Keep him from going anywhere." Whether she was speaking to Hermes or the Saint wasn't really clear, but she walked to Hermes and took the knife. She brushed her hand over the blade and let the blood stain her hand before looking to the thing.
Then she started to chant. It was the language of the dead and the language of magic all together. The dogs sounded closer and serpents weaved through her hair.
To her it felt like forever, but after a few moments a key appeared in her hands. Blinking she stumbled andwent to her knees. She had some power, but it always took a lot to do these things. Now she felt dizzy, but not as bad as she'd felt when she'd made Zeus into stone. Breathing hard she looked to Hermes. "Box. Please." She'd need the rest for the other enchantments.