Before he could bring it down again, she lifted her left leg and reached down with one forehoof. In what surely must have been a desperation measure, she slapped her hoof against her raised leg, and the spring-loaded dagger flew out, burying itself in the shadow-human's exposed thigh. This time, there was no marely scream, but another Tartarean roar as the shield-slam missed its mark from the sudden injury. With her neck covered in white sweat-foam, Ebonshield spun around onto her chest and pushed herself up with her three good legs, grimacing in pain as she limped away.