tiny shield

Murphy blindsided me with a kick that lit up my whole rib cage with pain, and she had seized an arm before I could fight through it. If it had been my right arm, I’m not sure what might have happened— but she grabbed my left, and I activated my shield bracelet, sheathing it in sheer, kinetic power and forcing her hands away.
I don’t care how many aikido lessons you’ve had—they don’t train you for force fields.


Side Jobs, Last Call, Page 298