Woodbury waved her wand again and shouted HOCUS POCUS! A puff of smoke concealed her for a single moment. When it dissipated, four smaller Woodburies had taken the place of the single Woodbury before. Each Woodbury buzzed away from the attack and zoomed around the bookstore, waving their little wands and yipping stereotypical magic words with chipmunk voices as they fired sugar and spice and everything nice in beams no thicker than a thread from all sorts of directions at once.

Sloan dodged one beam only for another to plow into the back of her head with a small sting and a numbness that tickled the surrounding skin. She put a hand to the point of impact and drew back a finger with no more than a bead of blood pooled at the tip, but by the time she had comprehended the non-threat of these itty bitty attacks three or four more had zapped her at various points on her body.

(Chapter 16)