Verisimilivirate
You leap in an instant, performing the most dazzling flip drop-kick you've ever seen (or done, for that matter), pounding the man off his horse and half-dazing him as he falls to the ground. You've always had a flair for the dramatic and as he recovers, you start to think what would be an impressive god-like form to assume so that he may pay proper obesaince to you.
As your mind races from angels to devils to griffins to minotaurs, the man (now recovering his senses) has caught sight of you again from beneath his horse. "Bloo-dah peesahn!" he says, wincing in pain. This grabs your attention for the millisecond required to see him levelling his right hand at you, from which he masterfully lets loose a searing blue bolt of lightning, which strikes you dead center of the chest (yet misses his horse entirely, from under which he made the shot).
You instantly become a returner and live out the remainder of your life on Earth with a never-explainable fear of horses. Neigh, I say. Neigh.
As your mind races from angels to devils to griffins to minotaurs, the man (now recovering his senses) has caught sight of you again from beneath his horse. "Bloo-dah peesahn!" he says, wincing in pain. This grabs your attention for the millisecond required to see him levelling his right hand at you, from which he masterfully lets loose a searing blue bolt of lightning, which strikes you dead center of the chest (yet misses his horse entirely, from under which he made the shot).
You instantly become a returner and live out the remainder of your life on Earth with a never-explainable fear of horses. Neigh, I say. Neigh.
