"Get behind me." Serrin hissed and Michael guessed he must have created a magical barrier around himself He needed no second invitation What was left of the crockery on the table went flying as he threw himself across the table and went sprawling at the elf’s feet. Kristen was at Serrin’s side, hugging him close. Geraint had no time to make that safety, and stood facing the figure with the machine pistol in his hand and a determined stare. He didn’t even bother to shoot.