Aaheru tried to swing his sword like Imhotep showed him that morning, but once he started moving, the swing just came out without his one morning's worth of training. He felt the momentum, then felt it stop. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he went tumbling over backwards with a squeak. "A-ah! What?!" The scimitar spun away from his hand, laying uselessly on the rocks. Aaheru was too stunned to even think about grabbing it again. In an instant, all his scales turned black with submission, all the way down to the ones on his legs revealed from beneath his rumpled robes.