Something in your tone of voice just doesn't ring true. In response to your offer of friendship, you hear a scream of anger. You look for its source, up in the building's rafters.
A thin, wasted-looking man is there, yelling at you, incomprehensible. Then he leaps from his perch and down toward you.
The strange man is preternaturally fast. You run as he leaps down beside you, but he darts after you, and after just a few moments he is at your side.
You are no match for him, physically. He grabs your arm, and twists, and he manages to throw you off-balance, so that you are lying on your belly on the cold floor. As you lie sprawled there, he plants a foot in the middle of your back, and seizes your right wrist.
He sniffs the air, then cries, "Sorcery! Perhaps you can give me a way out!" Then he yanks on your arm, twisting with phenomenal power and causing you to scream in pain.
You feel the bones in your right shoulder dislocate, and then separate. Another immense tug, and a twist, and your muscles and skin start to rip apart.
And then your arm is gone, and you pass out from the shock and the pain.
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