[Irvine realises what he's done a little too late, his gaze snapping back to the sorceress--but he's surprised when she lunges at him instead of using magic. That's what he thinks at first, anyway, as he jerks back--then he catches sight of the tattoos on her knuckles.]

Crap--!

[He uses the momentum of her shove to toss Exeter, spinning end-over-end, into the air--don't ever try that at home, kids--while he shoves his other hand forward at his waist, gathering with blue and green light. He only gets the Protect spell half up before her fist collides with it and makes it shatter into shards of blue light, but hey, it works. Sends him stumbling back with the blunt force, his wrist and forearm twinging hard, but he always knows where his gun is, always, and Exeter falls into his good hand right on the trajectory he sent it. He spins it to adjust his grip and translates that smoothly to point and fire at the sorceress--hoping he has the chance. She's fast.]