While dodging the clubs' swings that were raining on him non stop, Lith still couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated. When the specimen had proven capable of shapeshifting, he had prepared contingency spells to restrain or contain it, not kill it.
It was their only lead and it had seemed harmless. It could change its appearance, but not create weapons nor use magic, which when taken together with Manohar's light barrier's protection rendered it nothing more than a creepy talking head.
Lith had hoped that whoever was controlling the flesh puppet would say something that he could use to find the real source of the made mages.
He would have never expected the guards to believe that something could have happened to Tista on his watch, nor that Manohar could have been so arrogant that he didn't prepare any kind of protection for himself.
