Don't call it a BF.

It figured that my gayest student wouldn't know how to throw around the letters 'BF' with any sort of coherence, but come on, what was Ryou thinking? Last time a girl threw around the letters 'BF' so casually I had to change my phone number and flee Milan.

It was a [i]Bounded Field.[/i]

...

Nonetheless, she was right. There was no time for me to set up anything more than cursory Bounded Fields, which wouldn't do much to protect our rapidly shrinking defensible area. What we would need was nothing short of a fortress.

[color=fff79a][i]I could be[/i][/color] [i][color=0072bc]a fortress.[/color][/i]

[color=fff79a]"Hell with it. On your head be it."[/color] Jin would be the offensive component. She would crush Morimoto. There was no other option at this point, not while we were surrounded by the forest, the fog, and the one-time teacher's expanding terracotta battalion. But with her attack came the need for defense; Lia was functionally useless in this fight aside from loafer tossing ability, and she had already expended half her ammo. [color=fff79a]"Hound of Ulster, dig your heels in. [i]Install!"[/i][/color]

[center][h3][color=0072bc]CHILD OF LIGHT 
TAKES THE STAGE[/color][/h3][/center]

No one would confuse the forest for a beacon of light. It was too dark, too dim, too cold; it seemed like through all the layers of interference, even the sun itself could not touch the faces of those assembled. But the black shield that Dorian Fiordilatte held now seemed to drink up what light remained. It was pitch black and cruel; its shape seemed to be a dark mockery of the sun itself, with thorns jutting out like the rays that children usually add to the Earth's star. Blood red patterns were the only source of color on the weapon's surface. 

Dorian dug his feet in and grinned. His glare had changed, too; like the blue of the sky above them, the cerulean color had left his eyes only to be replaced with the blood red color of the divine. His grin was downright wolfish.

[color=f7941d]"Dig in, [i]bambina,[/i]"[/color] the 'teacher' commanded his terrified student. [color=f7941d]"This is just another test, right? Don't let your mind go blank when you're facing it."[/color]

His shield could stop a few clay men. And that buck?

He could probably hunt that buck for fun.

[color=0072bc][i]You hear that, you ugly bastards?[/i][/color]

While his shield was raised high, they would draw no fear from him. Magus and demigod both had survived far worse than this.