Seeing this shield of sand, Gertrude screeches to a halt. "Dammit, you coward! Fight like a man...naga...thing. Whatever you are! What now, boss?" Gertrude says, turning to Eurodex.<br/>Of course, the irony is that as much as this shield angered her, it probably just saved her life, or at least kept her outside of the foe in front of her's body for a while longer.