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When the gendarmes came, breaking with a screeching noise as the truck stopped and a team of mages in protective gear jumped out, they looked around, looking for the menace.
I was standing with my arms parallel to the ground, at arms' length, separated from each other.
This is the common surrender position for mages. The hands need to be as far apart from each other since magic usually needs both hands. The further apart they are, the harder it is to do magic. Still possible, mind, but harder.
"I'm here, unarmed," I shouted.
They immediately surrounded me.
"Bah, if it isn't Craen's apprentice," one of them, standing to my left, said. "Exhausted. Look at her. She can't even hold her arms up."
His voice was cheerful. My arms were shaky; I was utterly exhausted.
"Ah, the girl who w
