"Standard weaknesses, got it," I mutter back to Philip, my mind more focused on the fight itself than the strategy of it. He's trying to close in tight, and I click on the Metal memory and pop it in the driver on the fly.

My vision shimmers silver and I can feel the added weight of Metal as the staff materializes in my hand, right in our attacker's path. If I'm lucky he'll trip and that'll buy us the time to get out the door.