That was her moment to strike, and Ebonshield leapt in, latching onto his shield and punching forward again and again with her foreleg-daggers. They clanked and clattered against his helmet as he bobbed and weaved, and then there was a terrifying moment when that injured right hand reappeared from below -- holding her own launched dagger in a fist! He thrust it forward around his shield, and she barely launched herself away in time to avoid it.