Aristotle's body slumps to the ground, motionless, and the wizard forcibly shunts his consciousness in Carlos' body.
"Just out of courtesy, I'm sparing your mount and your items." he says telepathically to his host. "It could have been worse, eh?"
Instead, he makes him dismount and jump in the canal, holding fast to one of the mooring poles until there is no more air in his lungs, his vision goes black, and his mind returns to his elven body.