text: You concentrate, and your mental eyes follow the Farhan's weaving. He uses Fire, and mixes Earth in it, but when he leashes it out, you already took hold of one of the strands of magic with your mental touch, and the spell already unravels itself as it is cast.
  
  When it reaches you, it is nothing more than a gust of warm wind that ruffles your hair.
  
  Infuriated, sensing what you have done, Farhan pulls the black blade out of Lucius' body, and, brandishing it, charges you.
  
  Out of the corners of your eyes you see that the guards are approaching the obviously crazed emissary.
  > You launch a quick spell against him, intend on stoping him long enough for the guards to reach him.
  You raise your arms, quickly contemplating the type of weave to throw against Master Brownhand, but decide for simplicity.
  
  A few minor strands of Air flow from your mind and wrap themselves around the emissary's arms, and, tightening, you attempt to hold him.
  
  His eyes widen in fury as he realizes what you are about to do, and he attempts to sever the weaves that surround his arms with his own magic.
  
  Surprised at the deftness and skill of his magical counterattack against your spell, you cannot do anything but admire the man's finesse as he unravels your spell with his mind.
  
  Within a split second, your spell falls to pieces beyond repair, and Farhan, unhindered again, charges the coach you are standing upon.
  > You will jump down the coach and grab the sword of a fallen soldier to face Farhan in close combat.
  Infuriated by the sight of your fallen friend, and by the treachery that you have witnessed, you jump down from the coach and grab the heavy, unfamiliar blade of a goblinslain soldier.
  
  You see, from the corners of your eyes, that the guards are approach Farhan Brownhand with drawn weapons, but you ignore them.
  
  The emissary grins a wicked grin and makes a fast and elegant move, that closes the distance to you and your blade much faster than you could have anticipated.
  
  By sheer luck, you manage to parry the first of Farhan's blows, but he anticipated the move and brings his blade back in a small circle, cutting deep into your unprotected side.
  
  As the black, evil-looking blade enters your body, you feel a pain you have never felt before. It is as if your soul itself is torn and shredded by the cold metal, and you utter an inhuman scream.
  
  Feebly, knowing that you are doomed, you wave your own blade towards Farhan, but he nimbly evades the clumsy blow and twists the sword in your side one more.
  
  Unable to bear the pain, you scream once again, and then, feeling your soul drawn out of your body through the wound, everything first fades from red to black to a chilling emptiness...