As the thugs approach her, grinning, they seem to suffer from some confusion over which one is going to attack her first.  They lunge with their maces in an uncoordinated fashion, one at a time.  The leader scowls as they attack ineffectually.  "If you can't do better than that, I'll dock your pay!"  He shouts, raising his mace threateningly.<br/><br/>Despite their clumsiness and Jordan's protective magic, one of them manages to land a solid blow on her shoulder.  First, there is a flash of blue light; the mace doesn't seem to hurt as much as it normally would, although the jolt of energy disorients her somewhat.  More surprisingly, a few seconds after being struck, a discordant metal sound emits from her armor.  Suddenly, the component pieces of the armor around her shoulder separate, straps, scales, and metal tumbling to the floor of the arena.  The process continues all the way down her arm, leaving it bare along with a quarter of her chest armor.  The leader grins as a brief murmur of excitement rises from the crowd, before quickly quieting down.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">One hit manages to land, doing 5 damage.  And then, since the armor is crumbling, -1 to AC.</div></div>