Having traded surprise for reach, and a surer footing for height, Ebonshield closed back in. The shadow-human hunched back down, shield out front and weapon held level at the side, ready to deliver a forceful thrust. The batpony had an almost spider-like gait as she scurried in, more easily able to dart sideways with a higher center of gravity, throwing up sand as she sliced her weapon-hooves around. In moments, they were just in front of each other, and Ebonshield began to strike at the shield with her forelegs and wings. It was all pointless, though -- the shield easily deflected her slashes, and each attack puts her off balance.