You concentrate hard, mumbling your Spell's incantations.
One of the old women notices you and shouts to the other two.
You cast your Spell — but nothing happens!
You glance at the old hags, who are smiling at you.
'We cannot allow you to use magic against our pet,' says one of them.
You have wasted a Spell.
Now the Devlin is almost on you
and you will have to either dive for cover,
or draw your sword.