Stian slid back and rolled backwards to regain his footing. He held his sword in front of him like a cross and spoke. "[i]tá ifreann ithe agat[/i]" The ground around Nora peeled upwards and wrapped around in a sphere, trapping her inside. He immediately began to chant a series of phrases over and over. "[i]an solas. An dorchadas. De na seacht réalta. An solas. An dorchadas. De na seacht réalta. An solas...[/i]"