[Moemura]

(Private between me and Wartooth)

Dakota was in a real bind this time. She was laying on the rocky ground with a cliff wall surrounding her from behind. If that was not bad enough she caught tangled by one of her own spells again. Her vine tangle spell was supposed to tangle the bad guy she was after from vines growing out of the ground, not her. The vines wrapped her arms to her sides and her legs together and not to mention wrapping her brown hair to her back meaning she was officially at the guy's mercy. The man was big and muscular, holding a large ball and chain with the ball completely covered in spikes. He wore a helmet covering his eyes in shadows and glared at her menacingly.

"Looks like this little can't even read her spell book right," the man said, taunting her and pinning Dakota's spellbook with his right boot. It was supposed to be a simple contract, to catch a man terrorizing nearby villages. She thought she was up for it but the man proved to be too much to handle for her. Now she was trapped in her own spell, apparently doomed to be killed by the crook and that wasn't the worst part. Earlier this morning she wanted to try out a dress spell that allowed her to change attire quickly and it nearly worked, giving her the red shirt and black skirt but it also placed a diaper onto her hips instead of her underwear. To make matters worse, she couldn't even take it off no matter how hard she tried so the thickness of the padding did hinder her movements slightly which partly led to her current predicament.

"So, little missy, any last words?" the brute asked, getting ready to raise his weapon to finish the helpless witch off.