Magic.

“St-stop,” you yell at the beastman. You hold your left hand out in front of you, hoping for a miracle to stop the werewolf. He pauses for a moment staring at your ringed hand. He laughs, before taking another step towards you, “I-I said stop!”

The wolf continues walking towards you, “Why don’t you make me?” You close your eyes and focus. MAGIC! MAGIC! Come on do anything, please? You open your eyes when you can smell his hot breath hitting your face. You’re staring directly into his mouth, his teeth dripping with saliva.

You feel his hand wrap around your throat, as he slams you up against the wall. You flail about trying to grab anything around you. “Looks like he chose the wrong girl this time,” the wolf growls as you struggle for air. Having not found anything to hold on to, your hands wrap around the arm at your throat. The wolf lets out an agonizing scream, and you fall back to the ground gasping for breath.

You look up at the beast. You notice him holding what appears to be your shirt in his hand. You look down and sure enough you’re topless, you didn’t even feel it rip from your body. Why did he let go? You see a trail of smoke rising from his wrist. Did you do that? You look at your hands and see a piece of flesh melting off the silver band on your left hand.

Is it time to go on the offensive? Or should you take this opportunity to run?