Valerie did not even wait to see the effects of her Orbis Jinx and was already stumbling he way over to the door and the Sowilo she had carved their previously. Even if the jinx worked, she hardly had any strength left to stand and needed to do something to rejuvenate herself that would not come at the expense of exhibiting more magic. At least her previous mistake was proving to be useful now? Placing her hand over her previous engraving, Valerie chanted quickly, with purpose, and crisply despite the fatigue and dry throat. “Sowilo sowilo sowilo, s s s s s s s s s, s s s o o o l l l, su sa si se so, sul sal sil sel sol, us as is es os, si se su sa su, s s s s s s s s s,” she repeated several times until the rune began to glow (although she did not look for her focus was now entirely on the runespoor as it unsurprisingly was freeing itself from this attempt as well. Hr voice quickening as she felt a tingly sensation warm the palm over her hand, repeating the galdr with more enthusiasm as she called upon its magical usages of energy, strength, healing, and life energy energy specifically to reinvigorate her.

Charms, Herbology, Runes, Transfiguration, earth magic, jinxes, curses...what else could she hope to try?

Her eyes darted around once more to the vines and roots (cursing at herself for not acting on impulse and casting Duro earlier when she had the creature bound in flora for surely that would have been more effective and actually held the beast at bay) and weighed another option. Not wishing to repeat the same tactic since the runespoor seemed to have muscle memory reflexes, Valerie’s wand was thrust towards the other half of the piece of wood she had snapped in half earlier and cast a nonverbal Summoning Charm at it to call it to her hand. Offering nothing more than a cursory look towards the three headed snake (still trapped somewhat in the earth and her still with time as long as she worked quickly), the Wampus muted her screaming muscles and forming migraine as she pointed her wand at the wood. “[b]Intaglio Thurisaz,” she barked as she made quick work of carving the rune’s ‘P’ shape rather than the slightly more intricate workings of Dagaz in a conscious choice for time efficiency. Thurisaz association as the rune for the shape-shifting trait for many mythological characters bringing it to the forefront of her mind regardless.

Rune carved, the seventeen year old offered her opponent no glance before she set to chanting the galdr in an and almost animalistic way. “Thurisaz thurisaz thurisaz, th th th th th th th th th, thur thar thur ther thor, thu tha thu the tho, th th th th th th th th th...Thurisaz thurisaz thurisaz, th th th th th th th th th, thur thar thur ther thor, thu tha thu the tho, th th th th th th th th th.” Carving aglow, she slipped into the opposite pocket of her Isa rune (which was thankfully still providing her somewhat with its cooling properties).

In her desperation and need to get out of her, Valerie turned back to her bread and butter of Transfiguration. Her brain was telling her to cage it somehow, but her previous attempts with Incarvolo had behaved unusually for the conjuration and thus erased any other thoughts of producing another boxed confinement by any other means.

Runespoor now mostly free from the ground, Valerie glanced at the nearby foliage (tall grass, tree roots, and vines) and quickly removed both runes from her pocket (recalling at the last second that Isa could also be used as a reinforcement of other magics and blockages) to hold against her wand in her wand hand. She knew this bit of Transfiguration magic was effective on trolls, and if it could trap one of those then surely it could a runespoor. Heart pounding in her chest and resolve ablaze, Valerie flourished her wand at the grass to the right first. “CAUGHT!” Then the grass to the left. “Caught!” Then in front of the runespoor. “Caught!” Then at the nearby tree roots. “Caught!” And finally at the vines hanging overhead. “Caught!”

With sturdy chains as restraints now coming from multiple directions at the beast and her spell endowed with runic magic to amplify her spell (or make up for whatever fatigue had caused to lack), the Wampus held her breath.