/Good point,/ Nita conceded. While her internally-shielded backpack was holding up well enough, she wasn't excited to try a shield against an arrow moving at speed.

She looked out at the slew of people now on the ground.

/As long as we clean up after ourselves, we should be fine. Never underestimate the human ability to wave away 'magical' happenings./

At that, Nita went to pull her air-grip trick on the two arrows embedded in the farm-hands.