-Zehera Kiyanpoor-
Zehera, bearing in mind that the entity she was dealing with had been child-like in nature, was prepared for this sort of reaction. Children tended to act this way when being parted with something or someone they liked. Zeh, as the recipient of such an action, didn't know whether to be amused, or irritated.
Her mind was quickly made up her mind when she felt the sudden change in atmosphere, the sudden heaviness of her arms, the way her boots were starting to sink into the sand, becoming lodged in the mud-like earth beneath. Eyes narrowed as she focused on the water woman, who was staring to come out of the water, one arm stretched out, like a beggar desperate for money.
Her first reaction would be, odd, to someone who happened to be watching. Instead of instantly trying to get away, Zehera calmly, but quickly, removed the dagger and small leather sack from her belt, shoved the dagger into the sack (that did not seem to be big enough to hold the weapon). Then, she did the same with the spear that was resting in the crook of her arm, and it went into the small bag as well. Lastly, her scimitar was unstrapped from her back, and it also went into the impossibly small sack. Finally, the small sack was placed against her mouth, and she used her teeth to grab onto the leather thong tying its opening. The movements were short, quick, and precise. Practiced. As she stored her most valuable items away, brown eyes never left the water being, whos hand had now brushed against the tip of her boot, and was about to grab her trousers.
Once she was done, Zehera's lips fluttered in a small, silent prayer, ignoring the hand that had grasped her ankle and was beginning to pull. She wobbled a bit, losing her balance and unable to move her feet to regain it. Yet, before falling, something happened.
Metamorphoses.
The young woman changed right before her host's eyes. The transformation took, at most, ten seconds. Yet the changes were drastic. As the body enlargened and thickened, the tear of clothes was heard, and they fell to the ground in pieces. Even boots were rendered useless as the feet within them turned into massive, feline like paws.
Two large wings, each one ten feet long, emerged from the sphinx's back. Normally, it would have been high in the air by now. Except that it felt very heavy. The sphinx turned glowing red eyes set in an emotionless, humanoid face to the water woman, and stared, right at it, right through it, the now seemingly tiny sack hidden in its mouth, against one cheek. The wings continued to struggle, and to gain some momentum, the ten foot tall creature lunged forward, massive paws creating deep imprints within the bank. It said nothing, for it had nothing important to say.
Its left paw swung out, and razor sharp claws, each a good four inches long, stretched out and slashed at the water entity. Not at its hand, or face, yet at the snake-like area, aiming to sever its connection with the water, and hopefully, reverse the effect of gravity. At the same time, thin, black lips parted in a terrifying roar, a deep, lion-like sound that resonated within the lake, amplified, and spread throughout the silent forest in (at least) a one mile radius.
"Begone, child," it growled, its roar still echoing around them. And finally, its wings gained enough momentum and strength, and the sphinx slowly began to rise into the air, leaving nothing behind but a pile of tattered clothing.