Magic nullification was an absolute pain, and Chiron disliked it on a deeply personal level. It meant that in situations where he ought to have the upper hand, such as now, dealing with two Regency agents who looked as if they were heading towards one of the other ongoing missions and had far too much determination on their faces, Chiron did not have an advantage.

It was harder to manifest around these accursed devices, and using his hind legs to kick at the agent behind him required far too much application of mana than it ought to have. The agent in question still went spiraling down onto the ground, allowing Chiron to slam a hoof right onto the agent's knee (the crack was sickening, it'd be a hell of a thing to repair), but the concentration meant the other agent grabbed Chiron's arm and yanked it far too hard.

For a second, Chiron flickered in and out like a hologram. Panic washed over his face, and he hoped that look would get him all the help he needed to escape this particular situation.