Ian dodged back from the slash, dashed to the right and stabbed forward with his rapier. [spoiler]dis gin be gud[/spoiler]

[i]The rapier would simply meet armor, wherever Ian had intended to stab. Te needle blade would bend back, while it would certainly snap in regular conditions.[/i] [i]And Victoria went right into combat. She suddenly swung her shield into Ian's rib cage, the crest flying towards his side with the intent to crush his bones.[/i]

The rapier, because magic, did not snap, and Ian was sent flying back into a wall from her shield. However, Ian teleported out of the way of the wall and into a rather soft pile of garbage. His lower right ribs were surely broken, and intestines ruptured. Ouch. Ian stood and brushed himself off, his balance somewhat... Right. He sheathed his rapier and let the chain, now glowing white with heat, drop from his sleeve. "Ow... That sword's no good against that armor, so I'll melt through it... probably boil you inside there... Shite, I don't need to kill you..." His muttered ramblings were barely audible from Vic's position, though she would need to stay away from that chain.