[ Xenk draws a sword (from where? It's a dream,) and leaps forward, striking at Szass Tam to no avail. Again and again he strikes, but the monster seems to turn to mist when he's struck, the blade cutting through nothing at all. Xenk only grows more desperate. ]
Release him! He is mine!
[ The specter of Szass Tam keeps his hold on James until he's nearly unconscious, until the lack of air will surely kill him either way. Xenk feels a chasm of hopelessness burn in his chest, but he keeps striking, keeps trying in vain to do what he could never manage in life. ]
You are dead, Szass Tam! You can take no more from me! Let him go!
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[ Xenk draws a sword (from where? It's a dream,) and leaps forward, striking at Szass Tam to no avail. Again and again he strikes, but the monster seems to turn to mist when he's struck, the blade cutting through nothing at all. Xenk only grows more desperate. ]
Release him! He is mine!
[ The specter of Szass Tam keeps his hold on James until he's nearly unconscious, until the lack of air will surely kill him either way. Xenk feels a chasm of hopelessness burn in his chest, but he keeps striking, keeps trying in vain to do what he could never manage in life. ]
You are dead, Szass Tam! You can take no more from me! Let him go!