[center][color=5F9EA0][h2]Morgana Estrain[/h2][/color][/center]

Anarchy. Pure and simple anarchy. The world exploded in a burst of chipped wood and stone, shouted words, gunshots and assorted magics. Morgana couldn't react. She had no idea how to react. It was all far too much Her only refuge was an action she had drilled into herself some time ago in case she ever found herself in a situation like this. Though her eyes were closed and Morgana was laying on the ground, knocked over from one of the forces being tossed around she grabbed a page from her notebook and ripped it out. The page instantly dissolved and the runes inscribed on both sides activated. Magic and Shield. A surge of magic, even filtered by the powerful anti-mage equipment filled the area, flooding any mages in the area with more power. A small, mostly invisible, dome formed over Morgana's prone body, layers upon layers of magical fields protecting her, varying in types, from soft absorbent ones, to rigid ones designed to deflect. Protected from immediate danger, even anti-magic rounds would find themselves weakening, reflecting, shattering, or being gooped from the layers of protection around her, Morgana reached for another page and desperately tried to think of what she could do. It was all too much!