I landed on the ground with a thud, the bandit's knife pressed to my spine. They'd thought they won.... But sadly, they were wrong.
I decided at that moment.... to change.
The (Unable to decipher) sprang out of my back and one of them sliced the bandit's head off. More tendrils, duller this time, shot out of my hand at one of the others. I stood up and dusted myself off, then (Hole in the paper)... carcasses strewn over the alleyway. I had to find Arras. This time, I went too far.
Much too far.