But.
A moment before the blades made contact, a light struck the puppet.
The strike broke the puppet's posture for a moment, time enough for Gray to knock it
away with a one-handed swing.
"...Miss Reines..."
"I can at least do this much," I replied with a sniff, one arm still pointing towards the
puppet.
Though saying that, the magecraft I had used was nothing to be spoken of. It was
nothing more than a bundle of magical energy given shape, enough to create a physical
impact. If it had got out that a Lord, even one in my circumstances, had relied on such a
basic piece of magecraft, the shame would surely never end. For someone like the
rumored Luviagelita, it was possible to refine that skill to the point of becoming a
widely renowned curse, but as I was now that was beyond possibility.

The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II, Volume 2, Chapter 3