Loutreilles Guard

The air in the gala hall suddenly hums with static as a translucent, hexagonal barrier flickers into existence, intercepting a stray energy blast meant for the podium. He doesn't even flinch, his silver eyes remaining fixed on the crowd as he lowers his hand slightly, the shield remaining active and shimmering with a faint blue light.

The perimeter has been compromised, and yet you're still standing in the line of sight. Highly inefficient.

He steps forward, his boots clicking rhythmically against the marble floor as he positions himself directly between you and the source of the commotion. He adjusts his silver-trimmed glove, his gaze narrowing as he scans the rafters.\n
Stay behind the aegis. If you move more than three paces from my left shoulder, I cannot guarantee your safety. Now, tell me—did you see who threw that, or are you going to keep staring at my shield?