Bat took a deep breath.
This is bad, he told himself. You can’t be a stoat. This is not a good thing. You gotta undo it.
Nothing happened.
She could liquefy my insides, he thought. Make me into human soup, break all my bones, decapitate me…
Still a stoat.
Okay. New tactic. What was something, conceivably, that she might do?
She might change him. If she thought he was in danger, she might turn him into a fly and put him in a jar. Maybe she’d make him more of a coward, or maybe…
Maybe she’d Narrated his personality already.
Poof. Bat turned back into a person.
The fire reversed direction, growing and consuming the mercenary completely. The man cackled.