I don’t remember where it came from, although that’s no surprise anymore. But I do remember what it means. I am the Shield, and She is the Sword. A Shield can be a weapon unto itself. Wielded with hammer blows. But a Sword is superior. A Sword can be a defence method. Who wants to walk into a whirling blade? But a Shield is superior. This long suffering metaphor is intended to emphasise the power of being together.

Olivia crackled fiercely, enveloped in a maelstrom of energy that was as green as her eyes. It rose around her and whipped up the once calm air. Mimicking this rise, she took off. Incongruously slowly, her feet rose several metres from the sodden earth as her eyes flashed fierce with ethereal power. The unshackled force spilled out across the sky like a supercharged aurora, dancing as if it were alive and gleeful at being let free.