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.
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