The Guardian rolls his eyes at the young mage's vulgar display of power. With so many spells being flung openly, the area was rapidly exploding into a fireworks show, what's worse, he didn't know who was doing what and whether there were sleepers or other hidden parties involved. Admittedely it wouldn't take long to read their auras but it was a dangerous mess to step into. Still, he had to enforce protect the Veil.
Tsk Alastor, he thought. The wanna-be Hierarch would be best served by putting his political ambitions on the backburner and start babysitting the vitamin overdosed meatheads of his Order, lest they act like, "this Goddamn Clark Kent wanna-be", he thought.
He leaves his hiding spot and as if he were some random passerby he walks toward the group, the woman's aura is his focus.
Inventory: lighter, cigarettes, magic tool (rosary), wedding band, Kevlar Vest (thin), brass knuckles.
Defense: 3
Armor: 4 (Shield + vest)/5(Ballistic)
Health: 8
WP: 5
Mana: 2/5
Speed: 10
Spell Tolerance (force shield 2e, supernal vision, transform aura conj mind [calm sleeper]): 3/3