Blasts of magic bounced harmlessly off of his body. Four magicians surrounded him, casting powerful spells, attempting to capture the elf gone rouge. They rebounded off him, making the magicians duck them as they came flying back. He laughed at their futile attempts, knowing no magic could touch him, not with the enchanted armour from the rebel faeries he wore. It may only cover his chest in physical form, but the magic surrounded his entire body. A shaky voice rang out. "salutem" The safe word. The word that broke the spell. He was hit, and went under with a groan.
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