Durability

Fire licked along her arms and legs and whooshed skyward from the top of her brush cut. “My back feels funny—weak. Numb,” she said, eyes on the e-drakes to gauge their approach. “And wet. How bad am I hurt?”

“Not … badly,” I managed to gasp. “I’ve got … Renn. Stop … the drakes …”

Test of Metal: A Planeswalker Novel (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 3), Chapter 17