Testing the buddy system

A spark surged through my chest, warm and steady. I straightened my back against the firm white wall behind me. My right arm was resting loose, the round shield drooping against the floor. With focused resolve, I engaged my arm, lifting the small soft disc an inch upward and tightening my grip. It held steady. I planted both feet firmly against the grey surface beneath me and locked my posture, ready to guard this perimeter.