[i]Recognizing the press of the button, Victoria would allow a brief, faint, and yet acknowledging smile cross underneath the black helmet. She knew what that meant - the shield, returning again. Was he desperate?[/i] [i]When Victoria came into proximity, she simply threw her shield to the side, grasping the shortsword in her hand. She expected teleportation, if anything, or a sudden shower of water.[/i]