“Wizard Grishilde, you are hereby under arrest for desertion." The moment these words were spoken, Ewan had accepted his death. Fifty against a wizard. Not good odds. He'd always wanted to die for his country, but this was... Shameful. He was sent here to die a pointless death. He refused to accept that, and as the wizard's paralyzing magic took hold of his body, he fought back with every ounce of his will. Perhaps things would have been simpler if he'd just given in. Oh well. Too late now.