She stood still, hunched over to maintain the Crone ruse, examining her target. The fortress prison inside this city was infamous throughout the land as the strongest prison, built to hold the most dangerous of criminals. Ironically, they had employed users of the same craft which was so forbidden in order to build it. The prison was warded against any spell of a dark nature. No magic could get inside. Anyone entering it, whether authorized or no, would leave behind all magical ability. It was impossible to teleport inside from beyond the walls, and obviously impossible to teleport out once inside.<br/><br/>Adjusting the pouch hanging from her belt under the cloak, she resumed her shuffling walk and moved past the gate of the fortress. There was a dark alleyway not so far off that she knew would be empty eough for her means. When she emerged out of it, the hooded cloak had become a modest traveling cape, and lacked the hood. Under the cape, she wore a simple, yet attractive black dress. Her hair was loose, flowing down her back in coal-black waves. Locks of hair were picked up by the breeze, drifting across her face as she walked. Her deep emerald eyes burned with a sensual, attractive intensity.<br/><br/>There was a single guard stationed at the gate. He was large, attentive, and intimidating. He was perfect for her needs. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and smiled warmly as she approached. He was not phased. So she engaged him in conversation. He responded with only a grunt and a wave. It wasn't until he finally looked down at her that she had him. He'd been intent on glaring at her, making eye contact, and ordering her to move along when he looked down at her, then quickly forgot all of that when he truly looked at her. She was gorgeous. She was distracting. She was captivating.<br/><br/>She stretched up on her toes to whisper into his ear and he groaned softly, bending into her as a sudden wave of need overtook his senses. When she moved off slowly, fading into the darkness, he followed.<br/><br/>When he followed her into the alley, she suddenly rounded on him and her eyes had returned to normal. He blinked in confusion, trying to figure out which impulse to obey. He felt a strong urge to follow her, and also knew he really should get back to his post. She didn't give him the chance. Before he could react, she took hold of his wrist, and using an elegant little dagger, opened a small wound in his palm. As he cried out in shock, the dazed look fading from his eyes, she used a small vial to catch the blood that trickled from his wound. She didn't get much before he jerked away, but it would be enough.<br/><br/>He leaped into action, knowing what must be happening. Pulling a pair of cuffs from his belt, he used the iron rings like a set of brass knuckles and drove his fist into her face. She felt the impact explode with dancing lights, a flash of red across her vision, and an explosive wave of pain that sent her to her knees. Knowing she needed to keep up the amount of threat he saw in her, she fought back, leaping at him though it was the last thing she wanted to do. He was no fool. Before she could do so much as look at him funny, he'd used the cuffs to bind her to an iron rail mounted to the side of the wall. This was only a support beam for the guard tower high up the wall, but it would suit his purposes in keeping her trapped. Following quickly, before she could recover from the blow to the head, he forced her into a sitting position and arranged her so that she was sitting with the pole between her legs and tied his belt around her ankles.<br/><br/>As he looked around in a panic, she finally looked up at him with a grin. Her plan had worked. In one fluid motion, she shook something loose from the cuff of her sleeve, caught it deftly, then carefully poured the blood she'd collected from him into it. There was a puff of noxious smoke and she downed the potion without hesitation.<br/><br/>Both of them suddenly bucked, squirmed, and writhed with intense pain. He fell in a heap of limbs and armor, to the alley floor. She simply went limp against the pole, looking as though she were asleep. When she woke again, she was lying in extreme discomfort on the alley floor. Rising with effort, she looked down at herself to find that she was a man, clad in armor. She noticed the floor was farther away than it should be, then looked down to see that... well... She was looking at herself. It was her body, and the guard was just waking up from inside it. She'd swapped his body for hers through an enchanted potion that used both her blood and his. Crouching before him... or.. her... or... well... It was very confusing, but she crouched before her own body to examine the bruise.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." her voice was suddenly very deep, "Gonna feel that one, aren't ya?" she chuckled, and was surprised that the sound rumbled with so much bass, "Don't worry. I'll return you soon. I just need to borrow you for a while. You'll be just fine so long as you behave. You want your body back, right? Better make sure I get mine back. Who are they going to believe? Me or you? I'm the one with an emblem, sword, and armor. Sit tight, don't attract attention, and you'll be home with your family in the morning."<br/><br/>She pushed to her feet, rising an extreme distance into the air on her very long legs, and turned to strut away. She found walking extremely awkward in this armor, but would manage well enough to get the job done.