[She flinches away from the violent lunge, nervous, and the shield crumbles a little at the edges, but it doesn't give way.
[I have to do it? For a moment she's unsure (when was the last time a battle depended on her?) but Orihime's fingers knot in the hem of her shirt. No-- I can do it!
[She steels herself and brings her will to bear, taking command of the spirits holding the three points of the shield.] Santen Kesshun-- I reject! [The shield lurches, twisting around to cover Ryu instead, driving down and primed by Jun to reflect his attacks, trying to force Ryu to the ground like a net before he can get out of its range]