As the guards approached us, we hurried back, attempting to keep away from capture however long we could. However at that point they got tightly to my hand, and promptly they bound it, leaving me no space to move my arm.
"Heh, so you got us," I said. "We're simply going to escape once more."
I was exceptionally uncertain about that, yet I attempted to show a boldness and assurance to our main goal of some kind or another. "Dislike you folks are going to the cell at any rate," the watchman said.
What did he mean by that?
Out of nowhere, he took out his wand and terminated a bolt towards the guards, as it collapsed — with the power pushing him to the wall.
Out of nowhere, the guards took a gander at him with dismay, and afterward they got their wands out.
