She pulls a shield up, but is driven to her knees by the force of the impact, her wrists bloodied where they hold the protection strong. Minor fires set up by the friction flare and sputter and die in the wet vegetation. His claws in her mind won't let her think, but she can react, diving into the Twilight through her own shadow.

She re-emerges, in black and tawny gold again, plowing into him from behind with all of the encapsulated fury one battle mage can bring.