Some men in armor.

Just as you go to open the door there is an odd flash as if a memory or a premonition, you see your new body open the door to a crowd of 4 men that look like town guards, “Can I help you?” You hear yourself ask them, as your nose is filled with the smell of burning lumber. The first man in the vision simply looks at your new body and replies, “Sorry about this, there can be no witnesses.” And attacks. Your new body fights like a whirlwind of motion, without first even bothering to draw a weapon it parries the first violent attacks by slapping the first ones attack away, then grabbing the second ones wrist as he thrusts forward and uses his momentum against him, tossing him to the floor. Yet as the third and fourth enter they **** your body to retreat back into the small room with a back flip and a kick that catches the third on the jaw and knocks his head back with far more **** than you would have guessed this slight body capable of. But you can read the panic of your new body as the one on the ground below her swipes with a swing to sever both of her legs forcing her to leap onto the bed, and you know she realizes in this small room she simply doesn't have enough room to move. You watch as she plants her foot in the wall to spring back at them, and positions herself to land squarely onto the head of the one on the ground causing him to twitch but otherwise stop moving. Then just as the next swings his sword she drops to her knees ducking under the blow and catches him with a wicked punch to the groin, that due to his armor he is only staggered back. The fourth then joins the fray with a series of chopping blows that you watch impressed as she slaps each them aside with practiced ease, before finally catching him off guard and delivering a solid roundhouse kick that makes his head ring in his helmet. Finally free of her attackers for even the briefest second she vaults past them and into the hallway. However as she does you can see that this was a fatal mistake. The inn is now engulfed in flames and she has no where to go. Then just as she turns to go back into the room you see a full foot of the end of one of the guard's swords burst out of her chest. However just as her head falls back and a line of blood and spit burst from her mouth, the crystalline creature is there and time seems to stop. You see an inky black cloud of mist flow out of your new body and through the floor of the inn, the creature then takes the doll they made in your dream and touches it against your new body. As it does time reverses and speeds up, like you were watching a movie rewind, till you see your new body grabbing the handle of the door as you are now, and you snap back to your senses.

Knowing what lies on the other side of the door, you quickly slam the small table in front of the door, causing the bowls on it to shatter against the floor, and rush to the window. It takes a few seconds to figure out the latch, but thankfully you have it open before the banging on the door causes the first splinters to fly into the room as it begins to give way. Quickly you unfurl the chain around your waist and hook one of the leaf like blades into the windowsill, and use it like a rope to quickly slip down to the ground below, somehow knowing just the motion to flip the hook loose and with the ease of doing it many times before you are once again wearing it, this time however it is folded twice before hooking to allow for easier attachment and removal. You hear the distinct sound of gunfire from the front of the building as you look around, and are somehow rewarded with a little memory of the layout of the city, a series of several large districts that are all walled for protection. The closest easiest way to escape rather than running into the night is to head for the waterfront and the docks. Just then you see a nearly naked woman run off into the night to the south, chased by tons of guards all demanding she stop and firing at her with bows and crossbows. “So what does no one around here wear clothing?” You ask the air quietly as you press yourself against the wall to hide, making yourself as flat as possible you wait till the coast seems clear and make haste to the docks.

“Hey you, where are you going?” You hear from the side as you run across the street and the thud of a crossbow bolt tells you that these people aren't really that worried about who they have to kill.

“Kill her as well, there can be no witnesses.” You hear someone else hiss through obviously gritted teeth, but you don't even dare to turn to see what they might look like, instead putting your bare feet to the pavement, first thinking you would like some shoes, but as you race off down the street it actually feels quite natural. As you race off you are amazed at just how good of a runner you are and quickly begin to outpace the men following you, yet they never seem to get out of sight as they have apparently guessed your destination.

Finally you reach the docks but as you get closer and closer to a ship that seems just about to set sail you are suddenly worried about your nudity. “Fuck I wish I had some fucking pants on.” No sooner do you say this your mind fills with the image of your body grasping the ring on your finger and saying something much like that, and they appear. “Ok.” You say skidding to a halt. “I want a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt, socks, panties, sports bra, and tennis shoes.” Just as you finish saying it as you look down you see yourself wearing just that. However you can't feel any of it. “Interesting. I want to be a black man wearing armor like the people chasing me.” As before you can see a suit of armor just like theirs covering you, however your skin color doesn't change so you don't think it made you look any different, only your clothing. “Pretty cool, but could this really work?” You ask yourself and try to make a decision on what to do next.