[ SHIELD ]: sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.
She had been warned to remain alert of her surroundings, and it had not be a lesson forgotten. But managing all directions was another matter, and there was no Merlin to save her when the odds were stacked in opposition. Lily had tried, as best she could, to keep the hooligans at bay to prevent any drawing too near, but with their numbers and her reluctance to use lethal force — or any that might leave them harmed — it was apparent how an increasingly tall order the objective had mounted to become.
A couple mounted had their bikes and the roar of engines mingled with their jeers pouring thick from cocky smirks. their acknowledgement of her holding back became weapon to turn that very mercy against her, and their own force amplified its vicious nature. One of those vehicles charged forth like a mighty steed, a bat in the rider’s hand in lieu of a spear or sword — his intent had been to knock her legs out from beneath the knight and watch in glee her crumple onto the ground, so that his companions might leer over the failure of chivalry. Their formation had effectively boxed her in, and gave minimal chance to charter a way out of harm’s way in the seconds when it became clear their motive.
So when the bat swung, it was not Lily with which it collided, but another girl. One who had intervened not to play the party of hero that the Saber herself lauded, but the defence of another youth; a pure-hearted girl who had wanted to restore some order, and by herself, could not manage. Emerald fixated upon the smaller child enlarged with horror to comprehend what was transpiring in front of them — and as result of her own weakness. This child, they were wounded, and there was no telling how deep the damage punctured.
Pushing away at the arms attempting to reach for her sword and disarm her, the knight rushed toward her saviour’s side — it was then she could sense they were like her, a Servant. One she had witnessed in Chaldea, but without certainty this were the same Caster. Her hand took hold of the child’s and clutched it gently, a wistful smile upon her lips. “Thank you... I’m sorry that you were dragged into this and harmed. Please, rest while I handle the rest — your kindness should not be understated, so allow me to do what I should have. What could have spared you from getting wrapped up in this”.
By the code of chivalry, she could not attack the unarmed or do unnecessary harm to civilians, however... given what the Rhyme had endured for her sake, the young knight was certain that they would qualify for more excessive force. It did not please her to resort to it, when they were humans, even if aggressive. But if not for the other youth, she — or more importantly, someone else — might fall victim to their appalling riot. “Once this is over, I’ll make it up to you — give me a moment, and then we’ll find help together”.
