Blocks a bone spike

Something slammed into me from behind, and the force of it pushed me forward and towards the ground. Aife’s training kicked in and I rolled with it, snapping back up to my feet. I reached for my back, at my spine, just behind my diaphragm, but there was no pain and my fingers didn’t come away slick with blood. My barrier had absorbed the damage.

Across from me, arm outstretched, was…

“Amy?!” Glory Girl gasped.

No, it wasn’t. I could see the resemblance, why someone would make that mistake, but the differences were obvious. Firstly and most glaringly, the entire lower half of her right arm had been transformed into a long, vicious horn made entirely of bone, held outstretched from where she’d just stabbed me.

“Damn,” she said, sounding disappointed. “It didn’t work.”