I didn't know how long it would take to get back to the Tower, and I didn't know if I'd be able to heal. But there was no way in hell I was turning into a slave puppet.
And that left me with only one choice.
I flung myself forward and shifted my hand into a sword. I cut down sharply, sending an arc of Unholy magic at the beastman but he slid away, the attack only grazed him, and it only left a scorching mark burned into the platform.
The beastman laughed. "Do you think I'd attack you without watching first? I've watched how you fight. You change your hand into tentacles, then fold it into a punch or some wing-like thing full of fangs that you use as a sword.
"And that last attack, covering it with green fire and sending it out. You were a fool to fight orcs like that where everyone could see. Now everyone's seen how you fight."
