"What... did you do to me!"
Severin raised the green light in his hand. "Grace's nature is to bind, suppress. And I can create as many things as I want with it. I can change and shape it at will.
"Meaning, I can create small dust of it for you to inhale." He watched her with hardened eyes. He started creating the dust around her since the time they began to fight Shadow Anansi.
He knew she would turn on him, and he knew he wanted to turn on her. In a way, it's a win-win situation for them. Only that one was faster than the other.
Severin stretched out his hand, and the green light surged into his hand. The light turned into a small sword, and when he slashed, it twisted and turned like a rope, a whip that cut forward and curled around her head.
With a single jerk, her head fell to the ground.
Shadow Anansi laughed. "You bastard. I know you won't kill me! Although you might have hijacked my powers in using that weapon. It'll be gone if I'm dead, right?
