He draws his sword.

It was a reaction trained into him throughout his career as a Knight. In the face of danger, Orus drew his sword from its sheathe at his belt, the blade ringing in the still darkness, catching the pale dawn light from the window. He brought it out and up toward the witch, finding it just too short to reach her. By the time he realized it, his arm ceased responding to his own will, and he was frozen yet again, sword drawn yet uselessly inert.

The Witch merely glared with a smile of contempt, dark eyes trailing the blade. “A knight draws his sword upon a lady? An unarmed, unclothed one at that? How rude.” She brought a single finger to the tip of the sword, eyes meeting his. “But I suppose a man such as you finds strength in your blade, hmm? A pity that it cannot help you here. You might as well be without it.” With that, he saw the strong, shining metal begin to bend, and he could only watch as the blade of his sword fell limp, melting away into thin air before his eyes.

“Now we are almost equal, aren't we?” she said next, head tipping to the side. “But then, not quite...” As she stared at him, Orus felt suddenly numb, his vision blurring and growing dark at the edges. He was vaguely aware of dropping the impuissant hilt, his arm falling with it. The fogged silhouette of the Witch seemed to grow in his fading view, before he was completely blind and insensate.

Then, with a startled gasp, Orus was starkly aware of the world again, seeing a clear vision of the dim bedroom and the naked Witch before him. On the next breath, he suddenly collapsed, feeling control of his body return to him, though at the same time he felt... wrong. As he gathered his senses he noticed his trousers had fallen around his ankles, and he felt the soft rug below him on his bare skin. The Witch loomed over him, smiling down with a twisted delight.

“My, my... It would seem we are physically equal now, aren't we?” Her words dripped satisfaction, and as Orus processed them, he caught a glimpse of his bare body as he lay on the floor.

The ankles that his trousers fell to were slimmer than he remembered. As were the entirety of his legs, as a matter of fact, and as he looked closer, he became aware of where they met. His jaw went slack as he realized his body was no longer male. Orus was now a woman.