"Faram," he cursed, lifting up the greatsword in uncertain hands and attempting to do battle. His swordsmanship was sloppy, his actions stilted by hesitation. Charging into a group of Slime, Theo allowed the people behind him a chance to flee. He didn't understand what was happening, but the longer he fought the further forward he was pulled—as if an invisible rope was moving him along to some unknown purpose.
One of the Slime succeeded in casting Blind at the assaulting hume, and Theo was sent reeling backward. The world around him went dark and he cursed an oath and began to rub frantically at his face. All he could hear was chaos.