Your shield is made of light and you know it, Guy.

The year is 2132

Death:
I will not let the hurricane hit this island!
Guy:
What will you do, fight it with a piece of driftwood?
Guy:
Look, I know the island has sentimental value for you, and we don’t want to do more repairs, but it really would be more hassle to avoid damage! Our recent repairs even made the island more hurricane-resistant, so it won’t be that bad!
(His shield is just a hologram)
Death:
May I please punch him simply for being right, my love?