John sat there peacefully for a moment and observed the small vandal meditate. It was an unknown magic to him. He wondered how it worked... He was still asking that question to himself when the vandal's ears flicked up and she opened her eyes, only to jump back and yelp at the sight of him. He was about to remark on how rude that was when he heard something. It was quiet. Barely in audible range. It was a familiar sound. He almost had it... John sprung into action and, only able to do this with years of practice, flicked his sword free from its scabbard. The braced his stance and channeled his raw Light into the ancient runes. As he did, they glowed in response and began to expand out and over his sword and body. They quickly arranged themselves into a half dome with one rune larger than all the others. It appeared to be shaped as a Y with a line in between the split. Unfortunately its translation was lost to time and he only knew its purpose. It is meant to protect. He braced himself for the impact and waited. *Note- this all took place in less than a second.