sail shield

I stared at her in shock and took a step back. “Elaine . . .”
Justin threw kinetomancy at me when I looked away.
Some instinct warned me in the last fraction of a second, but instead of trying to block the strike, I moved with it, toward the front picture window, weaving my own spell as I went. Instead of interposing my shield, I spread it wide in front of me like a sail, catching the force of Justin’s blast and harnessing it.
Me, my shield, Justin’s energy, and that picture window exploded onto the front lawn. I remembered the enormous sound of the shattering glass and wood, and the hot sting of a dozen tiny cuts from bits of flying glass and wood. I remember being furious and terrified.
I went through the open space where the window had been, fell onto the lawn, took it in a roll, and came up sprinting.


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