Ezekial opened his mouth to speak, but an echoed cackle sounded throughout the woods before he could utter a single word. Suddenly, a snaking mist, invisible to Ezekial once again, moved to snatch Luke's body from his grasp, winding up from beneath a set of brambles and roots.

	"A trap! A Trap! That's what you've stumbled upon, a trap! You six, all six! Ingredients for a tasty treat, oh ye-he-hes!" The voice was high pitched, and echoed from every direction, as if Ezekial and Mikhael were trapped in a sound-sealed bubble. But aside from the looping surroundings, nothing else seemed off. What kind of magic was this? And powerful enough to ensnare both Mikhael [i]and [/i]Ezekial so easily? "No talk, you will tire fast!"

	"What in blazes is that?" Ezekial blurted, as the snake-like mist began to encompass Lucas' foot.