The red glow around Roxie intensified as the bolt of magic hit her. It shook off a good bit of the blast's intensity, but it still shook Roxie a little bit.

Her eyes started glowing in anger. Magic. She wasn't trained in any of it, but she had some limited scope for the stuff, given her Olympic heritage. She whirled around with her mace, careful not to hit Nicky.

"This. Means. War!" she yelled, grabbing Nicky by the edge of his bright red cape and flying straight for the Dire Wraiths.