Morg’s great, purple arm shot out from beneath his cloak and seized the blade. The highwayman’s eyes widened before he tried to pull his sword away. Morg tightened his grip around the unmoved blade, bulbous veins rising on his arm, and yanked the weapon from the dirty man’s hand, casting it into the forest.
The man took a step back. Morg took a step forward, demon arm outstretched. The robber turned and fled. Unperturbed, Morg pulled his cloak back about himself and resumed his journey. The robber’s two companions remained hidden, unwilling to find out what else the cloak hid.