Delia summoned floating charms against harm, simmering sigils of light in the air before her.  It put the satyrs off, and would with stand at least some of their attacks.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Satyr</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: satyr rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: atk<br/>Result: 3, 2, 3, <br/>Total: 8<br/></div></div><br/>None of them ready to commit enough to an attack to land a blow for fear of the repercussions, the roadside rapists danced about ineffectually, waiting for an opening.  It would be a simple matter for Delia to cut through them now.