I threw the twine at Wayne and yelled a word Isis suggested “Tas!” A golden hieroglyph burned in the air over Wayne’s head.

The twine whipped toward him like an angry snake, growing longer and thicker as it flew. Wayne’s eyes widened. He stumbled back and sent jets of flame shooting from both staffs, but the rope was too quick. It lashed round his ankles and toppled him sideways, wrapping around his whole body until he was encased in a twine cocoon form chin to toes.