Slows time + Decapitation

Concentrate! Squeeze time! Make it stop!

It was working. I was beginning to control time. Every step the creature took was slower. Its whole body was rippling with urgency, but now it was hardly moving. Now I was running at it. I hefted the sword, putting into the blow all the strength that I could muster—along with the fury and anguish I felt at the news about my master.

The blade sliced into the creature’s neck, cutting the head clean off. It hit the floor hard and rolled away into the dust under the bookshelves. The body tottered and took another step, black blood spraying out of the severed neck. Then it collapsed at my feet, the blood forming a widening pool around it.

B10 C9