OOC: Technically it's more a long jacket than a robe, but that is the image he's going for.

Magus's gale had barely unbalanced the two girls for a second before they counterattacked, immediately putting Magus on the defensive.  The fiery disk the older girl conjured flew at him and he dodged only for his coat to get skewered on the younger girl's fingers (if they could still be called fingers).

"He's not on the list," she had said just before stabbing his jacket.

"What list?" he asked, twirling his staff to smack the schoolgirl upside the head before jumping back in an attempt to free himself from her claws (a much more adequate term for what her fingers had become).  "What are you doing here?"