<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla stumbled, her hand frantically slipping into her pocket, nearly dropping the coin. But when he spoke about them being alone, her survival instincts kicked in. channeling magic into the coin was not difficult at all, and so often had she worked to perfect the glass Mirror spell, a customized blend of Abjuration, Conjuration and Illusion, that even having gone over a week without her magic, she was able to easily trigger it, shunting herself a good five feet back, slamming herself into a wall. <br/>
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But it was the illusion that was now in his grip that was the more important part. As he was already holding onto it, the ward triggered, fracturing the conjured glass that her illusion was sculpted out of into a million little pieces, shooting out in all directions. instinctively , she raised the satchel to shield herself, knowing she wasn’t far enough away. </span>