tackles Mab

At the same time, my wizard’s senses were assaulted by a serious, heavy-duty pulse of earth magic.
There wasn’t even time to shout a warning. I called upon the Winter mantle for strength and speed and dove at Mab. The unicorn whirled to try to keep her away from me at the last second but wasn’t quite quick enough, and its movement was impeded by several abomination statues.
I was airborne when I saw the attack coming—jagged spears of metal, made from what looked like rebar scavenged from the wreckage of demolished buildings.
There wasn’t one spear.
There weren’t a dozen.
There were hundreds.
If the Winter unicorn had not reared to protect Mab, I figure I’d have died right there. Instead, the creature’s body intercepted maybe a dozen of the spears. I had leapt so that my back and the spell-armored duster that covered it would be between the spears and the Winter Queen.
I hit Mab and carried her off the back of the doomed unicorn.
Two spears hit me. One of them in the small of my back, and one of them directly in the center of my right butt cheek. The damned things were heavy enough to carry considerable force, and while my duster stopped their jagged ends from spearing right through me, it couldn’t do nearly as much for the pain of the impact, and half of my body vanished beneath a cloud of tactile white noise as the Winter mantle masked the pain.
I came down on top of Mab and sudden, hot, scarlet blood sprayed against me.
I lifted myself off her rag-doll-limp body, even as I felt another powerful wave of earth magic building.

Battle Ground Chapter 27, Page 253-254