100% the [Shield] one
𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
[ SHIELD ]: in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.
"Watch out, he's got some sunlight magic! Astarion, stay down!"
Astarion's gaze flicked toward Gale, calling out his observations about the magic of their foe. A mad mage in the underdark being a nuisance to someone or other... Shit. Astarion did not give enough of a shit about whoever they were going to be saving this time to die to some sunlight wielding maniac that could kill him in six seconds flat with a flick of the wrist and some magic words. He was ducked behind a cliff wall, readying his crossbow and keeping watch for an opening where he could stay hidden, but hopefully deal some damage. His breathing was quick, undead heart hammering in his chest. This couldn't be it, surely...
He peered around his corner once more to see - Shit! The mage was readying a spell ready to take out Shadowheart, who was already looking like she was on her last legs. With a wince, Astarion darted out from his hiding spot and fired an arrow into the mage's shoulder, cutting him off from his chanting. Shadowheart was the only one capable of keeping them all alive. If she went down-
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you bastard?" he hissed. But when the mage's eyes met his, a chill shot through him.
"Unholy creature. I shall strike you down!"
Shit. How did he immediately know Astarion was a-? His mind was too consumed by thoughts and terror to move when the mage rose his hands. He was struck still in fear...
Something crashed into his side as a bolt of sunlight rocketted past his ear. The warmth shot at him like a raging inferno, until he found himself clattering against the wall with someone standing over him. His breathing was fast and haggard, and the only thing that was able to convince him he was still alive. But even that took him a few moments. That was until he opened his eyes and saw the slightly singed form of-...
"Ceres?" he gasped, grabbing her arms to support her. That hit would certainly have killed him. She was alive, but-....
