IC: "Kiora, to me."

The girl transformed, becoming a longsword in the man's hand, beautifully crafted but obviously having seen better days, the pommel and handle looking brand new but the blade rusted and damaged. "Easy. I just want to talk. And you're not going anywhere without Sid. As for what I've done to him... I can't go revealing the tricks of my trade, can I? But he'll be fine. He's just my puppet for a while. Allow me to demonstrate."

Sid went limp, like a marionette on its strings, then did a little dance.