Fourteen

A transparent and synthetic-looking blue shield that spread out and arched like a broad satellite dish with its epicenter as Sir. Oswic's wand protected Cwena from the impact of the tyronimic as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Portergio Hidarmus!” before sprawling to the ground as the effect of the infuriated tyronimic's strike on the shield whacked him a little.

The tyronimic stopped in its tracks and violently quaked its heads - left and right, up and down, to shake off the effect of running into Sir. Oswic's shield which had vanished as soon as its purpose had been executed.

Sir. Oswic who lay stomach-to-the-ground stretched out his left hand; not minding the stones that stabbed into his arm, and called for his wand that lay a few feet from him by muttering a simple spell.

The wand shook a little on the stony pavement and in seconds flew into the awaiting arms of Sir. Oswic who at once sprang to his feet - way too agil