Vert was about to snap her maw at the magic ropes heading towards her when she noticed something heavy on her feet preventing her from moving. It was some kind of snake like spirit from what she could tell. In this moment of distraction she found herself taken by the magic rope being shot at her. She fell to the ground, her maw going back into her body. "Ow." Vert said simply as she laid on the ground. "He's not gonna be happy about this." Vert stated to herself. Of course she was talking about the warlock, he was the one who had sent her after them after all.