Emmaline eyed the pistol for a moment. The question showed a complete disregard for the practical difficulties of magic, but for a miracle she did actually have a trick. Theoretically it would allow her to transfigure an object for a few minutes. In theory it could be used to create fake coins, but the reality was that making a convincing fake coin was more expensive than it was worth. A trio of flaming beastmen charged towards them, flagstones cracking beneath clattering hooves. Emmaline froze in horror but before she could act a wall of water smashed into the three of them as the dwarves turned their fire fighting engine onto the chaos beasts. All three exploded with a thunder crack of expanding steam which literally blew fragments of bone in all directions.

"Ranald's balls," Emmaline muttered and then cast the spell, fingers flexing over the barrel of the pistol in a series of arcane gestures. There was a gentle hum as the spell took effect. Hastily she shoved the gun back into Neil's hand, worried it might fall from trembling fingers. Miraculously the Witch Hunter was still on his feet, though he was clutching his side and backing away towards the halbiders. His sword and hammer striking out at intervals to keep the attackers off him. Smoke wreathed him where his hair and clothing smoked from the heat of the ensorcelled beastmen. The Gods alone knew what had been in that building or how many beastmen were inside. Even as she watched another pair of beast man, one with the head of a bear burned down to a skull shoved its way free of the burning mansion.

"We need to go!" she all but whined.