Acting on impulse, I attempted to alter the spell just the slightest, turning into a slightly lighter color of green, as I tried to dodge out of the way. Sadly, it wasn’t enough as the spell hit me squarely in the chest. Being pushed back, I was in the throes of the painful spell that circulated through my body. I fell onto all fours as I dry heaved and was barely aware that I was in my Fey form. Slowly gathering my strength, I stood up. Releasing a trembling breath, I pointed Claidheamh an Ùrachaidh at the man who was once my apprentice. One who some called my son. There was shock on everyone’s face as I stood defiantly against whatever spell that was. Not even Tobias was immune to the turn of events. My eyes never wavered away from Tobias’, one filled with determination while the other was anger.