The mirror blade: he noticed hairline scratches across the fuller on the reflective side, tiny scoring invisible unless light struck at a harsh angle. Likely the relic deflected direct energy bolts, but broad-area effects—the kind that wrapped—would leak through the scratches.
Mage's orb: the star-fields inside spiraled clockwise. But when the mage turned left, the rotation countered slightly, as if inertia fought the motion. In that fractional lag he saw the spatial lens flicker out behind the caster's left heel—perhaps twenty degrees of blind spot.
The knight: armor whistled when he inhaled, sigils aligning and creating temporary vents. On exhale the plates resettled with a clack. If those vents clogged with molten metal from a lightning strike, heat would cook him alive under his own skin. Good.
