The wounding magic she'd flung at him dashed against his armor and spilled away to the sides like a spray of water against a shield, and matching cuts sliced open in the surface of two trees on either side of the clearing, but she hadn't the time to notice - his blade pierced her shoulder, and her mouth and eyes opened wide in a silent cry as the metal cleaved open robe, skin, and muscle beneath, pinning the elf upon the metal like a poorly mounted butterfly. She turned to look at the blade, uncomprehending horror plain on her features. It was unheard of for anyone to attack a priestess of Diune!