Firesong's ward continued to protect her as the acidthat ate at her skirt bared still creamy thigh and the slash of the sword sealed instatly.  She winced at the deadly precise impact from the largest of her foes.  The last of her psionic energy flared out of her body between her an the blade, cushioning int he blow so that what should have been a nasty deep cut left instead an angry red welt.  She flew back with the blow, touched down with one foot, and turned it into a pirroutte, kicking the other cooper enemy in the snout, back and forth, back and forth, hoping to leave it without a neck bone intact before the giant dragon man got to her again.