Shield as strong as Eidolon's

Medea was not the fastest of heroes around, and the likes of Cúchulainn would run circles around her handily, but it was still enough for me to outpace Noelle and place myself between her and the heroes she’d been about to swallow up. I lifted my hand and the staff, the wand, I held, and the incantation spilled forth almost before I could think of what I was doing.

“Μαρδοξ!”

The large pane of light that formed in front of me was paper thin, but at least as strong Eidolon’s. No, of course, this was a mystery dating back to the time when the ancient gods still held sway, harnessing the concepts and authorities over which they’d held dominion; the idea that it would be weaker than a modern superpower was just stupid.

[A power so young can’t even compare.​]

Noelle, moving too fast to stop on a dime, collided head first with my barrier and bounced off, the mass of meat rippling. The pane of light didn’t even shudder. She might as well have tried to sink the Titanic with a pebble.