I’m in an old familiar place again. Everything is how I left it except for the fact I had determined to never step foot back here again after shattering that relationship. The Lord of the Manor is chuckling, pleased that his summoning spell worked and brought me back. I look around, realized what has happened, and turn for the exit.
“Just like old… Hey! Where are you going?” He tries to grab me but I slip through his fingers like smoke.
“Out. Why? Because fuck you, that’s why.” I’m twenty feet from the door when he calls out a cantrip meant to subdue me. I stop and turn to face him, not out of obedience, but because I can’t believe he still thinks I’m broken. He mistakes my action as compliance and smiles smugly.
“You will always be here. Always. I bring order to your life. Without me, you will crumble.” He speaks quietly but hasn’t moved towards me. His smile is smug as fuck though.
I slowly bring my arms up in a gesture implying submissiveness. At the peak of the gesture, however, I snap my fists and flip him off with both hands in a cross armed style. The gesture is one part warding, one part shielding, one part warning, and many parts derision. As I do, the raven-feather cloak settles around me.
He is angered and begins to step towards me. I’ve already taken a few steps backward as I gestured. I turn and use the momentum to throw the gesture into the front door fifteen feet away.
The front door, the frame, and all the wardings embedded in it explode outward in a very satisfying crunch of glass and wood. He comes to a halt, wide eyed at the damage I just did. With no fucks, I step through the shattered doorway and leave the scene.