But before he can get to the end of his spell, Oz’s eyelids slowly close, and...... His entire body leans over onto me. The next moment, Oz has fallen asleep.
Oz adjusts his grip on his staff like he’s locking down his aim. He sharply narrows his eyes, fixing his gaze on the bird maniacally tearing through the dark night. Breaking out into a slight grin, he looks ready for a fight.