113 Magical Confrontation

The voice was that of a woman, soft and melodious and pleasant to the ears, almost, if not for a strong hint of arrogance that coated all of it. Whatever was holding Daneel was doing such a good job that he couldn't even move his head, and even though he tried to look in the direction of where it had come from with his eyes, all he succeeded in doing was that he looked like a paralyzed man trying to search for a burglar in his house.

[Host is held by a spell that uses air. The air has been compressed all around host. Spell recorded and ready to be used. Crystal usage: low.]