From the vast amount of Soul inherently available within Ned, he drew a part of it. The amount was like a scoop from a lake, but it was more than enough for him to imbue his legs.
Ned readied himself, focusing on what he could do, and whatnot. He was surrounded and overpowered all at the same time. But if he does nothing, the captives would get to Su'ayun sooner.
Ned took the first step then he froze in place.
Apart from his eyes to which he could roll to the edge, none of his muscles seemed to work according to his will.
Ned might not be able to sense or see it, but there was only one person who could force him to freeze in place.
"L-let me go," Ned said through his gritted teeth. Sweat started to form on his forehead. "L—"
The Tailor pulled an invisible thread attached to his right arm that threw Ned back at the wall beside the door to which he came into.
Blood sprayed from his mouth, Ned's vision doubled and blurred.
