Even seldom had occasion to regret his choice of weapon. This was not one of those occasions. He appreciated the ability to block the incoming hand that seemed determined to slap him into a wall. Unfortunately, turning to face it properly kept him from reaching Aeleus and Ienzo.

His Pricklemane leapt at the hand, worrying at it fiercely. Even focused his magic on the air above the hand, and a hail of icicles poured down on it. That should give it second thoughts, if it had thoughts.