I rose to my feet, looking at my own shield that was now ruined, and the face of my father formed into a contorted dent. I realized then that the shield was a liability. It only made Sun’Ra’s strikes heavier. I allowed the shield to slip from my off-hand and clatter to the ground, its bottom point stabbing into the earth before toppling completely. Sun’Ra’s shield made things harder. Any attempt at hindering my momentum made me lose advantage, while his weapon became only more dangerous. The shield wasn’t enough. Stabbing my sword into the ground, I began to steadily remove my armour.
