[@Doc Doctor] Luckily, Gweyr was a trained mage, brilliant fighter, and around 300 years old. Old enough to instinctively know when something was up. She didn't know exactly what, but the man was wily, slippery, like an eel. As soon as she had begun to cast fireball, she saw the man aim his gun. As he fired, a [url=http://darksouls.wdfiles.com/local--files/armor/elite-knight-set-large.jpg]mystical suit of armor[/url] surrounded her, which, while it kept her from dying, it didn't keep her from getting flung around. Flying back about 30 feet, Gweyr slammed into the concrete, and was briefly dazed by the impact. Several cracks, glowing a light blue, had appeared on the back of the armor's helm, and the entire breastplate of the suit was cracked, chipped, and generally torn up. 

Using her innate arcane abilities, Gweyr tripled her agility, and even though the armor looked heavy, it was indeed weightless. Looking for her glaive, all she saw was a charred, twisted length of wood and a half-melted, bent piece of slag. Grenades were no joke. However, the man was holding a gun. Which, being metal, was most likely made of a ferrous metal, such as steel. Holding out her right hand towards the man, energy collected there for a millisecond before lightning arced through the small space with an incredibly loud thunderclap, headed towards the gun the man held. This was no magical lightning, this was completely normal obscene amounts of electricity being hurled at the nearest metal object. Which was the gun, now that her glaive was flung away.