"What--!"

His yell is cut off by the teleport. It is only his familiarity with such magick that he isn't entirely disoriented by the shift.

He wrenches his arm away as soon as he can. "I can take care of myself! Worry about your own hide."

If only he could use his soulsight-- no, the people in the trial aren't real anyway. Even if he could, it would be useless. Ugh.

"What does your grandmother look like?"