Vyazar's pulling sensation stopped as I felt whole again. well, as whole as I could feel, considering that he doesn't exist.
there were two of them. "who are you?" his voice souinded like the wind, even to himself, and any who heard him would surely think themself just hearing the wind.
the one ran with a staff, and roots started sprouting, but whatever they were going to do, it wasnt fast enough, I noticed.
the other fell to the floor, as the staff was brought down on her cheek.
"ooh, that hurt." Vyazar muttered.