Rope rubs his palms together and starts chanting. It sounds nothing like the chanting we know and love; it sounds more demonic. More intense.
Suddenly, all the torches in the cave stop giving off light. They didn't go out, they just didn't seem to be doing anything.
Rope's shadow, somehow still plainly visible, stretched and distorted, even though his physical body remained normal. The shadow lunged forward and enveloped Pyre's heaving body, obscuring him.
Rope knew that the others would panic and attack him if he wasn't quick. So, he used his manifestation to search the body for impurities. The results
terrible flesh wound
organs hemmoraging
lung punctured
mental strain
showed that there was something interesting going on.
Rope sensed the others raising their weapons, so Rope stopped chanting, and the lights abruptly came back. Pyre was still on the ground, but the others were bearing down on Rope. He held his hands up:
Rope: CALM DOWN! I was checking for any foreign ... beings. And he isn't being possessed now ... but he was under someone's control for some time.
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