He's slippery, and he never stops moving as he sqirms his way out of the path of the collision. Even with his arm trapped in her grasp, he's got options. Another flash of the claws, trying to cut the straps of that familiar old shield that keep it on her arm, and another blast of that flame right to her face - hoping to blind her and startle her enough to loosen her grip - however momentarily.
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