[Quentin can't help looking at the ice shards as they pierce the air, whooshing past him and half the tree just explodes on impact, while the ice shards continue on to freeze the rest. Impressive. And when he turns around, his eyebrows are raised and his hands are out.]

That was-- hey, that was pretty cool. And also, I like the swords. [He does, they look sharp and dangerous and more like something Margo would choose, but they look cool.] And. How well does that go against magic?

[Twisting his hands together through the Sumerian Shield Charm tuts, Quentin rubs his hands together, twists his fingers and stops with his fingers pointing at the treeline. A shield shoots out from a central point, covering about four trees in a shimmering web of magic and Quentin holds his stance, fingers pointing and calls over his shoulder.]

Can you get through that?