So far, so good; it occurs to her that it's possible Dust could take the turtle on all by himself. Not that it matters -- she is as determined to prove herself as he is.

So she concentrates, her wand moving as she draws the sigils, chanting just under her breath. Time is precious; still, she takes as much as she can to ensure that her hand is steady, her pronunciation correct, and perhaps most importantly -- that her focus is sharp, specific, channeling her intent as fiercely as possible.

If she's lucky -- or skilled enough -- the spell should result in a massive stone column erupting from the ground, just off-center from under the guardian. In other words: she intends on trying to flip the turtle onto its enormous back.