[ Instinct is what compels Lambert to slam up shields by casting the spell with a quick, abortive motion of his hand. Any debris that flies his way pings off it harmlessly, Quen being made to withstand rather more impact than that.
The shimmering, translucent wall doesn't hide his expression, which needs no translation: What the fuck? ]
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The shimmering, translucent wall doesn't hide his expression, which needs no translation: What the fuck? ]