Lord Zion kicks his horse after her, led into battle by another for the first time since he made a name for himself. He briefly wonders the madness that has come over her to wade into unknown battle with nothing but a little dagger but she does not seem deterred in the least. He spurs his horse faster in case their unknown archers make a shot again and sure enough a second later, another whistle punches through the air. His magic rises violently to the surface of its own volition like a detonation beneath his skin. The arrow punches through the air, aimed directly for her heart and his magic rips out of his skin and shreds it to dust just before it would have pierced her skin. She does not flinch or miss a step as she raises her dagger and lets it fly in the direction that the arrow had co
