Laszlo notes the lead guard nod to one of his men, who sheathes his sword and disappears into the night. There will be a sniper. This is getting out of hand rapidly. He readies himself to use the stone, and Anethrial begins to pull away, muttering to him,<br/><br/><em>"This is ridiculous..."</em><br/><br/>Laszlo starts to pull her back when the guard captain looks up behind Laszlo and nods. A few seconds later he hears a familiar whistling sound and leaps forward, pushing the girl away. He feels something punch into his back and feels a searing pain. There is an arrow sticking out below his ribs, where the girl had been moments before. His senses reel, and he can feel the change coming on. The guards close in, weapons ready, and Laszlo roars, a black fog bursts from him, encompassing the surrounding patch of garden.<br/><br/>He staggers forward, grabbing Anethrial's arm as he does. The confused guard captain stumbles into view and Laszlo back hands him away into the fog. There's a momentary clearing, and he catches a glimpse of the city gates ahead. His jaw aches and cracks, he can feel it trying to stretch. He groans and staggers forward, blinking away the red haze in his vision. He has to get out of the city, and out of the moonlight.