Solitude, Castle Dour, 4E 201.

"Raise those shields up higher!"

Rikke yells at the legionary cohort, hitting multiple soldiers on their helmets with the flat of her sword, causing a loud 'clang' to echo throughout the courtyard. You stand in the first rank of the formation, your shield hoisted in front of you. Evidently it isn't proper enough, as Rikke gives it a firm kick.

"Is your shield arm broken, auxiliary? Keep it level with the others!"