Instantly my mental shields clamped down to protect me from the intensity.

I hadn't even noticed the gentle magical weaving hitting my mental shields.

I shut down my third eye, and re-established all my mental shields.

I shut down my gift, and carefully re-established my mental shields.

I closed my mind down tightly, pulling all my strongest mental shields into place.

It crashed against my mental shields, trying to force its way in and take control.

Slowly, carefully, I slid down my mental shields and began to examine the man beside me.

Like him, she had solid mental shields, only a trickle of life force draining through them.

And braced though I was, all my mental shields in place, I still shuddered and almost collapsed.

No mental shields protecting my core self, no physical ones to keep butterfly feet off my skin.

I dropped back into my own head and shut down my Sight, carefully re-establishing my mental shields.

Sharissa strengthened her mental shields.

He reached towards me with one bloody hand, and the mental shields that kept us safe from one another crashed.

Rare or not, because the power existed at all, he and every other Raintree had been taught how to construct mental shields.

I squinted one eye open to discover a sheen of blue-tinged power dancing over my skin, my mental shields made manifest in reality.

My mental shields slammed back into place, one by one, and the dead world around me shuddered, becoming flat and grey and unconvincing.