"Does anyone peradventure have an inkling where my sword might be?"
Immediately he asked that, heavy footsteps flooded the place as guards filed in, aiming to attack him, but before they could get to him, each of them were lifted from the ground by invincible forces, slammed hard either against the ground, ceiling or wall and left to fall limply to the ground half alive, while Ian took some steps towards the next dungeon beside the one he had been, and he peered in at the people splayed around, looking hopeful.
The last guard standing thought it wise to run away, but didn't get the chance to, because that same invincible force, forced him towards Ian who turned to face him when he was close enough.
"Where is my sword?"
The guard at this point in time was scared out of his wits, so he just stuttered out gibberish, as he struggled to control his shaking.
"Ple-please si-re, I hav-have a famil-family, don't kill me." He stuttered out.
