Whatever Kaya would have said about what looked like an obvious case of pretty privilege was shut off when attacks were aimed at not just her but also Dean who had remained seated on the ground with wide eyes, looking around at the terrible scene unfolding around him.
Twenty Lizards aimed their blasts at Dean and right as he was holding his hands up to his face—as though that would shield him—a green spell circle appeared. It teemed with energy well past the Third Circle;
A Fourth Circle spell.
Even as the spell circle then conjured a thick layer of vines that were enough to block the blasts but barely blocked the blowback, Dean's mouth fell open in realization that all three of the ladies who had come to his rescue were at the Fourth Circle.
One was wild enough. Two was insane. Three was impossible. At least, it should have been. Yet, recent evidence showed that it was not.
