Mild bruising would tell the tale of damage truly being dealt, however Myron was a healer, and could ignore pain whilst fighting, on top of this, many little extra somethings saved the day for him. The force of the attack had diminished greatly thanks to being pushed off course initially by constantly pressured water, then striking the book at such an angle that most of its kinetic force was not met head on. Next up, the vials on Myron's chest. These things saved him from a lethal blow, and strangely enough, as he coughed and noticed no blood spilled, he'd be saved from grief. How he gathered so much water for an assumed 'summon,' was something nor he, or the opponent would've noticed. All the mirror reflections really did dull the visual senses. 

Whence the book struck his chest, it shattered a few vials of his silver ink, which poured outwards viciously with the pressure you'd expect from compressed space being suddenly unlocked. The force was enough to counter what was sent through the book, and out of it formed an amassed amount of liquid so great, it encompassed Myron's vision completely, leaving him ignorant of his surroundings momentarily. 

A second to glance down, the scribe realized he had been pushed far back, to the point where he was no longer actually inside of his own barrier. If the gem struck him so quickly, his rune wouldn't have erected fast enough to catch him. He didn't feel the back of his barrier, and so he assumed he was still inside. Within the barrier, where the vial initially exploded, blobs of silver water sprayed about, giving off the illusion that Myron was doing his work within its premise. The shattered runic vial remained within, and continued to pump a stream that blocked even Myron's own vision. The barrier was invisible to all eyes, but once Myron looked through the eye of the mask he had created, he'd realize what had happened. Being so used to water rushing all around him, he hardly noticed at all! His book was now trapped within the confines of his barrier, and he only survived the attack because his body absorbed the impact by being sent afar. Water was his body, though, and dexterous he was, he landed well, leaving skid marks in the dirt, and got up just as planned. His foe charged, overestimating the damage dealt, and the speed of a scribe's hand.

Now arose a situation somewhat different than expected by either fighter, yet it could still serve Myron well. At first he would feel as though he had a problem to fix, his book had been trapped in that darned barrier! There was only really one way to destroy that kind of barrier, a kind not of magical or physical fashion. Corban would find his weapon being sent astray, and the defense lowered, however that wasn't because of a double-cancellation, it was because Myron took the time to point his quill at the right part of his barrier, and unlocked it instantly afterwards.

The icy silver water which gathered broke free and poured forth, coating the ground rapidly, it soaked the earth turning it in to a mushy mud, and then continued to splay out in a very large radius quite quickly. If Corban indeed pressed onwards in hopes to attain an easy win, he would find his feet sloping and being sucked in to the liquid. Eventually the water would lay low enough for the image of a book to be seen floating out from where Myron should've been. Beyond the book, fifteen feet or so away, a large grinning face mocked all who witnessed.

From beyond the invision rune, Myron closed his left eye and saw his opponent's stance. He was so deft with his hands, he would've easily created his mask in time. Now, he had something to work with against such a foe, but stuck in close quarters combat, he had little time to make another monstrosity. Now that he had a large amount of water to work with, it would be easier for him to do the following...

One stabbing motion with the quill wand, and the giant puddle came to life! From beneath Corban, icicle spikes arose at an alarming speed meant to penetrate every vital organ at once, and then every non-vital organ! Excess water would spray from the sides, in an attempt to wrap around and strike Corban from behind and even above. A fully encompassing attack! 

The book slid off to the left, where it slowly began to rise as if given a life of its own. If the freezing water spears didn't work, which given Corban's impressive defenses, they might not, Myron would need to add on attacks from more angles. The book opened up to a good page, and faced the foe instantly, whilst holding dormant but ever present. The great mask continued to grin, and clear water poured from its mouth adding to the masses. The silver stream grew greater and greater, from two broken vials, and more from the scribe's waistline. All of this, and Myron still wasn't reaching the limit of his divided attention.