Drawing on the power of his foci, Luppas put his hand out. The sword icon took shape in his fist. All his reflexes came on line as the heal spell he cast over himself repaired some of the damage he’d taken from Trey’s earlier attack. He swept the sword toward the streaking draco-form. He felt the connection, as solid as any physical thing he’d ever touched, then the draco-form sailed backward, shorn cleanly in two.