[Klayko]

Before he knew it, he found no support he once had when he was walking. In fact, he fell down harshly in the stone floor, letting out a pained gasp from the collapse. He turned to look back, seeing the legs of his pants not forming around what should have been his calves and feet. In fact, the boots he wore were even empty. There was nothing there but clean nubs almost as if he lost his legs long ago and they were long healed. He attempted to get up, mostly, but just as the demon said, he was on his hands and knees.

Magic was done clearly. In front of him were his lightly hair covered legs, a large good pressing down on them, threatening to crush them.

"No, please!" If he was struggling to not have any legs now, what else would he do. Vaaris wanted to call him a sick bastard or find anything in his mind to reverse this, but did he know of such a spell? He rose one of his hands, using the other as support. For a Paladin, he sure felt useless against something he was trained to slay "Give them back. I'll..."

He swallowed hard. "Listen. I'll listen."