“The healer had preemptively shielded himself with a protective spell. Aston and the others had used Zenos as their personal punching bag and as a sacrificial decoy to escape brutal magical beasts. He’d had no choice but to learn that kind of spell. “What the hell?!” Lynga said. “My axe did nothing!” Truthfully, Zenos had cobbled together his own protective spells, but considering he’d once accidentally wandered into a dragon’s lair and walked out unscathed, he figured they were probably decent.”