Hermes' granddaughter actually had the easier battle with the rune, although she knew the hard (and painful) part came later. But for now, the brunette stood triumphant, one hand hovering over the small red light that pulsed slowly beneath her palm.

She was almost afraid to look over her shoulder, having only the sounds of the raging battle behind her to go by. And they didn't sound good for either fighter; of course she was worried, but she couldn't break away and run to assist Alabaster now. To do so would break her concentration and the rune would escape.

All she could do was wait.