Last choice: "Fireball!"

#chooseyouradventure part 4!

Both men in the hallway braced for impact. But nothing happened.

"Ha!", the guard laughs, "magic inhibitors, you fool! No spells can be casted within the dungeon."

Of course, this wasn't completely true. The spell you used before to free yourself worked just fine: The inhibitor probably only restricts the usage of external magic. The aging took from your very own soul to fuel itself. Internal magic.

"Oh yeah? Can it inhibit this?". The man you helped rushed the guard with the long metal pole he had in hand, breaking it in two when it reached the skull of his adversary.

But he was still standing. He grunted, and swung his battle axe in return. The bald man tried to dodge but he was too slow. The blade reached him. And he fell to the ground.

For a moment, there was blood. But it vanished as fast as it came out. «Some sort of healing magic...?»

"Go for the legs!", you yell.

And indeed, a pair of daggers were concealed in the guard's boot.