With David attacking Raditz without a thought for his own safety, Fate let her deflected attack die down. She'd never seen anything like it before, but that still didn't stop her from seeing the approaching orbs, more than she could count. It was already clear she couldn't withstand the attack. She couldn't win, but she could minimise her loss.
She landed on the ground, letting it support her and another circle. Raising Bardiche for what would probably be the last time, she cast a barrier and waited for the inevitable impact. Before long, she was feeling the impacts, and starting to lose ground. A look up at her weapon showed that it was starting to crack, and the assault hadn't let up yet.
Then the barrier shattered, and she was taking the brunt of the blows herself. A mage's armour was strictly a last resort, and Fate's began to tear apart in places. The balls knocked her around, but she still held tightly to her broken staff, waiting for the end. Then, finally, the pain stopped. With a flash and a word that she couldn't make out, Bardiche returned to its dormant form, still covered in visible cracks. It could repair itself, but that would take some time. Fate wouldn't have to worry about that, though.
The darkness of unconsciousness was already taking her, and she had no power left to resist once she'd spent the absolute last of it hiding the gem under her palm.