The Captain must have finally realized, they really mean to kill me, if given the chance.
He bolted.
For someone with such an ordinary appearance, he moved with surprising speed, darting toward a tunnel that, no doubt, branched off into rooms leading them away from the marble chamber. His footsteps echoed frantically against the stone as he ran.
He made it perhaps ten steps before Guildmaster Halloway raised one hand almost lazily.
The air itself seemed to solidify around the Captain, wrapping him in invisible bindings that yanked him backward like a fish on a line. He slammed into the marble floor with a satisfying crack, and the magical restraints tightened, pinning his arms to his sides and his legs together.
"Did you really think," Halloway said, his voice carrying a dangerous calm, "that I became Guildmaster by being slow?"
