Matt stared at Isis with a blank face. What was she thinking, touching it and all? Perhaps she had been too close and its attractive aura had been too luring. "Isis! What are you-"

In a flash of red, Isis' hand disappeared into the statue. She looked back at them with horror on her face... as well as a blaming look. Did she think they wouldn't help her? Long ago there was a military who swore to never leave any man behind. Matt liked the idea; Isis would be saved if she could be saved. By the time the thought got through Matt's head, Jake had jumped in to save Isis and was asking for more help. 

Matt felt the dark magic in the air. It felt too strong to be defeated by a simple game of tug-of-war. But if that's all they had then so be it. He threw down his pack and grabbed a climbing rope. He ran over to Isis, feeling the pull of the statue grow stronger as he neared. The distraction of Isis helped him ignore it. Once he reached Isis he threw his arm around her waist and stuck his arm out to Basted, climbing rope in hand. "Come on Bastet, grab the bundle of rope and pull. Help us help Isis," Matt said, shaking the bundle, hoping the creature understood. He figured that if Bastet helped they could actually save Isis. 

At least Isis was still struggling. She hadn't given in to the magic of the statue. [color=gold]"Keep trying Isis! We'll get you out!"[/color] He said to give her hope. [color=gold]"You can do it! You're tough and strong willed! Fight the damn rock! For Bastet!"[/color]