My sword hit the outlaw sorcerer in the side.
And bounced off, as though I’d hit a pillar made of solid steel. The shock numbed my hands and rang up my arms.
The sorcerer turned toward me. He was Rojannin. I stared. There were hedgewitches and hearthside conjurers aplenty in Rojan, scuttlers in the darkness who took care not to come to royal attention.
But this man…I backed away. My companions had vanished into the melee. I made a basic warding gesture, but knew instinctively that it would do no good.
I was right.