The razor claws ripped the mage’s arm just as Serrin hit his assailant with a mana bolt, pushing hard with the force of it at the man’s psyche and being. His attacker grunted and doubled over as if someone had just kicked him in the guts, but Serrin knew the force he’d put into the spell should have done a lot more than that. He leapt past the man and ran like the wind for the Haupstrasse. Just as he as about to round the corner, the sound of running feet coming at him from the front made the elf halt and back into a shadowed doorway to cast an invisibility spell. Despite the danger and the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Serrin felt weak and drowsy, a sign that he was burning up far too much magical energy. Half a dozen drunken students teemed past him, advancing on where Serrin had just left his assailant.