You are a Phalanx. One shield in the stalwart Cabal line. Advancing patiently into the storm.
You have been taken.
Unclench your fists. Nothing here can harm you. This is the only place where you are safe.
What training reassures you? What reflex guides your arm?
You put up your shield and it protects you. It protects your brothers and sisters. But your strength is not enough. You absorb punishment but you wait for others to deal it back. You are too slow; you grant your enemy too much space.
Your shield must be a weapon.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [retaliation].
Take up the knife. Tear a hole. Take your new shape.