"My lady, this is for your safety," said the knight she called Lancelot, his voice tense but controlled.
"I won't stand by and watch you kill someone who, just like all of you, dedicated their life to keeping me safe," she said firmly.
Before anyone could stop her, she stepped forward.
"What are you—?" I began to speak, but she ignored me completely and moved to stand before the restrained knight.
She raised her wand, its tip glowing faintly as she pointed it toward the unconscious man.
"My lady, what are you doing?" Lancelot asked, clearly disturbed.
"It's probably just mind corruption. It has to be," she muttered.
Suddenly, her wand flared with a brilliant blue light.
A beam of energy surged from its tip and struck the man square in the forehead.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The scream that tore from his mouth was not human.
He thrashed violently, muscles bulging, and it became clear that the knights holding him wouldn't be able to restrain him much longer.
