Bottle armor

I looked up at Listens-to-Wind. "I need your help with something."
He nodded.
"There's a patch of blackberry bushes out there. One of the Little Folk tried to play guardian angel for me. The naaglosh-"
"Don't say the word," Listens-to-Wind said calmly. "It draws power from fear, and from spreading its reputation. Referring to them by name can only increase their power."
I snorted. "I saw you send it running. You think I'm giving it any fear?"
"Not at the moment," Injun Joe said. "But speaking the word doesn't accomplish anything good. Besides, it's a sloppy habit to get into."
I grunted. I could accept that. He'd probably phrased things that way intentionally. Besides, of the two of us, which one had a better track record against naagloshii? I decided to not be an idiot and listen to the medicine man.
"The creature," I said, "knocked him out of the air. Maybe hurt or killed him."
Injun Joe nodded. His broken arm had been splinted with a field dressing and wrapped in medical tape. The Wardens had probably brought their own gear. "I saw the very end of your fight. Which is why I felt it appropriate to give the creature the same treatment." He shook his head. "It took a lion's courage for the little one to do what he did. I already went looking for him."
I felt a little bit sick. "Was he...?"
Listens-to-Wind smiled faintly and shook his head. "Knocked senseless for a while, and wounded by blackberry thorns, though his armor protected him from the worst of it."
I found myself barking out a short little laugh of relief. "That armor? You're kidding."
He shook his head. "Worst thing hurt was his pride, I think." His dark eyes sparkled. "Little guy like that, taking on something so far out of his weight class. That was a sight to see."
Ebenezar snorted. "Yeah. Wonder where the pixie learned that."


Turn Coat Chapter 46, Page 463-465