"Drop your weapons!"
Ry watched his hooded stalker run swiftly into the city and disappear. The adrenaline pumped through his lymph nodes in forceful beats like a smith shaping a blade with his hammer. In his conflicted state of mind, all Ry could do was stand there. Should I go after him, he asked himself. Would the guard give chase? Of course they would. I have no reason to run.
He let the hammer fall to the ground and only then noticed the blood pouring from his wounds. The pain and shock started to take hold of his mind and overpowered any clarity that possessed it. One thought made its way through the clamor of reactions: I need to see the wizard.