"Whatever. I have Abjurations." I say as the energy bounces off. "They on the other hand.."
Many of my minions with minimal protections begin to dissipate. Fairies vanish in pulses of light while a few reapers fade like fog in the sun.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather