"Me." Ace's voice answered gently, and then he pressed the mask more firmly on his face. The mask squirmed as if it had a life of its own, and then it seemed to fuse into his face.
It was a raven mask, and Ace's face turned into a raven's head. A cloak appeared around him, covered with raven's feathers.
He took a step forward and the assistant hurried back. "No, wait, it was a mistake! I don't know anything! Please!"
Ace paused. "I didn't say you knew anything."
His voice came out warped and strange, like a hiss and a growl mixed together.
Ace shook his head. "But it seems you know something."
The assistant realized what he had said and turned to run. Ace drew a sword from the tattoo still on his right hand, and with a leap he caught up with the man.
He slammed into his back, leg first, and sent the man sprawling. His head cracked on the ground painfully, and he screamed out, but Ace was faster.
